in the Cathadral Yard," said the Captain, with a splendid bow and wave of
his hat. "I hope I see you well, sir. I marked ye in the thayatre last
night during me daughter's perfawrumance; and missed ye on my return. I
did but conduct her home, sir, for Jack Costigan, though poor, is a
gentleman; and when I reintered the house to pay me respects to me joyous
young friend, Mr. Foker--ye were gone. We had a jolly night of ut, sir--
Mr. Foker, the three gallant young dragoons, and your 'umble servant.
Gad, sir, it put me in mind of one of our old nights when I bore His
Majesty's commission in the Foighting Hundtherd and Third." And he pulled
out an old snuff box, which he presented with a stately air to his new
acquaintance.

Arthur was a great deal too much flurried to speak. This shabby-looking
buck was--was her father. The Captain was perfumed with the recollections
of the last night's cigars, and pulled and twisted the tuft on his chin
as jauntily as any young dandy.

"I hope, Miss F--, Miss Costigan is well, sir," Pen said, flushing up.
"She--she gave me greater pleasure, than--than I--I--I ever enjoyed at a
play. I think, sir--I think she's the finest actress in the world," he
gasped out.

"Your hand, young man! for ye speak from your heart," cried the Captain.
"Thank ye, sir, an old soldier and a fond father thanks ye. She is the
finest actress in the world. I've seen the Siddons, sir, and the O'Nale--
they were great, but what were they compared to Miss Fotheringay? I do
not wish she should ashume her own name while on the stage. Me family,
sir, are proud people; and the Costigans of Costiganstown think that an
honest man, who has borne Her Majesty's colours in the Hundred and Third,
would demean himself, by permitting his daughter to earn her old father's