the rest to-morrow yourself. Here, Patsey!--Patsey! run into
Ballyglass for this gentleman at once. Now don't be long, for the
chances are we shall find here." And then, after giving some further
hurried instructions he left me to write a line in pencil to the
innkeeper's wife on the back of a ditch.

This I accordingly did. "Send my small portmanteau," I said, "and
all my black dress clothes, and shirts, and socks, and all that, and
above all my dressing things which are on the little table, and the
satin neck-handkerchief, and whatever you do, mind you send my
PUMPS;" and I underscored the latter word; for Jack O'Conor, when his
father left me, went on pressing the invitation. "My sisters are
going to get up a dance," said he; "and if you are fond of that kind
of things perhaps we can amuse you." Now in those days I was very
fond of dancing--and very fond of young ladies too, and therefore
glad enough to learn that Tom O'Conor had daughters as well as sons.
On this account I was very particular in underscoring the word pumps.

"And hurry, you young divil," Jack O'Conor said to Patsey.

"I have told him to take the portmanteau over on a car," said I.

"All right; then you'll find it there on our arrival."

We had an excellent run, in which I may make bold to say that I did
not acquit myself badly. I stuck very close to the hounds, as did
the whole of the O'Conor brood; and when the fellow contrived to
earth himself, as he did, I received those compliments on my horse,
which is the most approved praise which one fox-hunter ever gives to
another.