"Don't ask her, father," she said; "the truth is,
that I believe she has a headache--however, I'll take her place--have
you any objection to me, Mr. Burke?"
None in the world--he would be very happy--only he regretted that he
could not have that pleasure also with his sister.
"Ah, Mr. Hycy--which is properly Hyacinthus," said Finigan; "I am able
to perceive that Cupid declines to be propitious in that quarter, or
perhaps it's the _irae amantium_,---which is, on being rendered into
vernacularity, a falling out of lovers; and if so, do not despair; for
as certain as it is, it will be followed by that most delectable of
processes, the _redintegratio amoris_, or the renewing of love. In fact,
he is a little better than a tyro--an ignoramus, who doesn't quarrel at
least once a week, wid the fair object of his amorous inclinations, an'
that for the sake of the reconciliaitons."
Hycy and Hanna were now about to dance, when Philip Hogan came forward,
and, with an oath, declared that Kathleen must dance--"He wouldn't see
Mr. Burke insulted that way by any such airs--and by--she must dance.
Come," said he, "what stuff is this--we'll see whether you or I is
strongest;" and as he spoke he seized her rudely by the arm, and was
about to pull her out on the floor.
Bryan M'Mahon sprung to his feet. "Let her go, you ruffian," he
exclaimed; "let her go this instant.
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