On arriving at Gerald Cavanagh's, which was on their way to the auction,
it appeared that in order to have his company it was necessary they
should wait for a little, as he was not yet ready. That worthy man they
found in the act of shaving himself, seated very upright upon a chair
in the kitchen, his eyes fixed with great steadiness upon the opposite
wall, whilst lying between his legs upon the ground was a wooden dish
half filled with water, and on a chair beside him a small looking-glass,
with its backup, which, after feeling his face from time to time in an
experimental manner, he occasionally peeped into, and again laid down to
resume the operation.
In the mean time, Mrs. Cavanagh set forward a chair for Tom M'Mahon, and
desired her daughter Hannah to place one for Bryan, which she did. The
two girls were spinning, and it might have been observed that Kathleen
appeared to apply herself to that becoming and feminine employment with
double industry after the appearance of the M'Mahons. Kate Hogan was
sitting in the chimney corner, smoking a pipe, and as she took it out
of her mouth to whiff away the smoke from time to time, she turned her
black piercing eyes alternately from Bryan M'Mahon to Kathleen with a
peculiar keenness of scrutiny.
"An' how are you all up at Carriglass?" asked Mrs.
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