forgotten it altogether but for a second note which came two days
later, requesting some acknowledgment of the previous communication.
On learning the truth she immediately drove to Moncrief House, and
there abused the doctor as he had never been abused in his life
before; after which she begged his pardon, and implored him to
assist her to recover her darling boy. When he suggested that she
should offer a reward for information and capture she indignantly
refused to spend a farthing on the little ingrate; wept and accused
herself of having driven him away by her unkindness; stormed and
accused the doctor of having treated him harshly; and, finally, said
that she would give one hundred pounds to have him back, but that
she would never speak to him again. The doctor promised to undertake
the search, and would have promised anything to get rid of his
visitor. A reward of fifty pounds wag offered. But whether the fear
of falling into the clutches of the law for murderous assault
stimulated Cashel to extraordinary precaution, or whether he had
contrived to leave the country in the four days which elapsed
between his flight and the offer of the reward, the doctor's efforts
were unsuccessful; and he had to confess their failure to Mrs.
Byron. She agreeably surprised him by writing a pleasant letter to
the effect that it was very provoking, and that she could never
thank him sufficiently for all the trouble he had taken. And so the
matter dropped.

Long after that generation of scholars had passed away from Moncrief
House, the name of Cashel Byron was remembered there as that of a
hero who, after many fabulous exploits, had licked a master and
bolted to the Spanish Main.