Two hours more had now elapsed, the crowds were nearly dispersed, and
the evening was beginning to set in, when Hycy Burke called at the
post-office, and for the second time during the day, asked if there was
a letter for him.
The post-master searched again, and replied, "No; but here's another for
Bryan M'Mahon."
"What!" he exclaimed, "another for Bryan! Why he must have an extensive
correspondence, this Bryan M'Mahon. I wonder who it's from."
"There's no wonder at all about it," replied the post-master, "it's from
Major Vanston. Here's his frank and handwriting in the direction and
all."
"Allow me to look," said Hycy, glancing at it. "Yes, you are quite
right, that is the gallant Major's hand, without any mistake whatsoever.
I will not fetch him this letter," he proceeded, "because I know not
when I may see him; but if I see him, I shall tell him."
Peety Dim, who had so placed himself in the shop attached to the
post-office, on seeing Hycy approach, that he might overhear this
conversation without being seen, felt, considerably surprised that Hycy
should seem to have been ignorant that there was a letter for M'Mahon,
seeing that it was he himself who had sent it there. He consequently
began to feel that there was some mystery in the matter; but whatever it
might be, he knew that it was beyond his power to develop.
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