« EelmineJätka »
IN THREE VOLUMES.
BY MR. M'DERMOT,
A CRITICAL DISSERTATION ON THE NATURE AND PRINCIPLES OF TASTE;
BEAUTIES OF MODERN LITERATURE,
A. K. NEWMAN AND CO. LEADENHALL-STREET.
SHORTLY after this period, sir Henry was disturbed one morning by Dennis Hanlon, who entered his room, sans ceremonie, and taking him by the shoulder, gave him a violent shake, asking him at the same time if he was aleep? "Not after that shake," said sir Henry; "what is the matter?"
"Mather! oh, mather enough, I'll engage; get up, and hurry on you, or we'll be late."
"Late! where, sir? what is the matter, I say?'
"Time enough for you to be axing when you are after knowing all about it; so never mind now, but get on you as fast as you can-there's no time to be lost."
"Confound the fellow, what does he mean?-Tell me instantly, sir, or I'll knock your brains out!"
"Knock my brains out! faith then, that's more than you could do, your honour; for if I had any brains, I had no cashion to be here now, telling you all about it; for didn't I sit up all night watching him? but sure he gave me the slip, for all that."
"Whom, you scoundrel?"
"Home, master! sure you don't say
"Will you tell me what all this means? or by Heaven, if you trifle with me any longer, I will hurl you out of the window!" said sir Henry, grasping Dennis by the throat, and giving him a hearty shake.