The
usually polite veteran took Coristine to a corner of the room, and,
between violent coughs of suppressed laughter, said: "Och, Misther
Coristine, it's the dumb aguey I'll be havin' iv his clawthes is not
droied soon. It's Bangs by name he is and bangs by natur'. Shure, this
bangs Banagher, an' Banagher bangs the world." The young ladies had not
yet entered the apartment, and the three night-watchers were busy
relating to the three matrons the terrible events of the night. The
lawyer was sitting with his back to the door, conversing with Mrs.
Carruthers, when Miss Carmichael came tripping in, followed by Miss Du
Plessis and Miss Halbert. The lawyer's hair was brown, and so was her
uncle's. The coat was the Squire's, and the white collar above it. So
she slipped softly up to the back of the chair, took the brown head
between her hands, and administered a salute on the forehead, with the
words: "Why, Uncle John!--," then suddenly turned and fled, amid the
laughter of the veteran and his daughter, and the amused blushes and
smiles of her mother. The other young ladies came forward and joined in
the conversation, but Miss Carmichael did not show her face until the
family was summoned for prayers.
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