wife and child at home, he pushed his way through the struggling
crowd, and ran away in the darkness. As he ran he could hear his
late adherents dispersing in all directions, like sheep before a
dog. He heard a voice calling:

'Alfred! Alfred!'

And Horner, who an hour--nay, ten minutes--earlier had had no
thought of violence, ran his fastest along the road by which he had
lately come. His heart was as water within his breast, and his
staring eyes played their part mechanically. He did not fall, but
he noted nothing, and had no knowledge whither he was running.

Alfred Pleydell lay quite still on the lawn in front of his father's
house.



CHAPTER II. ANOTHER REAPETH.



'Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt.'

During the course of a harum-scarum youth in the city of Dublin
certain persons had been known to predict that Mr. Frederick
Conyngham had a future before him. Mostly pleasant-spoken Irish
persons these, who had the racial habit of saying that which is
likely to be welcome. Many of them added, 'the young divil,' under
their breath, in a pious hope of thereby cleansing their souls from