On the following day he did go back to Ireland, stopping a night in Dublin on the road, so that his mother might receive his letter, and that his cousin and Somers might receive those written by Mr. Prendergast. He spent one night in Dublin, and then went on, so that he might arrive at Castle Richmond after dark. In his present mood he dreaded to be seen returning, even by his own people about the place.

At Buttevant he was met by his own car and by Richard, as he had desired; but he found that he was utterly frustrated as to that method of seating himself in his vehicle which he had promised to himself. He was still glum and gloomy enough when the coach stopped, for he had been all alone, thinking over many things—thinking of his father\'s death and his mother\'s early life—of all that he had suffered and might yet have to suffer, and above all things dreading the consciousness that men were talking of him and staring at him. In this mood he was preparing to leave the coach when he found himself approaching near to that Buttevant stage; but he had more to go through at present than he expected.

"There\'s his honour—Hurrah! God bless his sweet face that\'s come among us agin this day! Hurrah for Sir Herbert, boys! hurrah! The rail ould Fitzgerald \'ll be back agin among us, glory be to God and the Blessed Virgin! Hurrah for Sir Herbert!" and then there was a shout that seemed to be repeated all down the street of Buttevant.

But that was nothing to what was coming. Herbert, when he first heard this, retreated for a moment back into the coach. But there was little use in that. It was necessary that he should descend, and had he not done so he would have been dragged out. He put his foot on the steps, and then found himself seized in the arms of a man outside, and pressed and embraced as though he had been a baby.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" exclaimed a voice, the owner of which intended to send forth notes of joy; but so overcome was he by the intensity of his own feelings that he was in nowise able to moderate his voice either for joy or sorrow. "Ugh, ugh, ugh! Eh! Sir Herbert! but it\'s I that am proud to see yer honour this day,—wid yer ouwn name, wid yer ouwn name. Glory be to God; oh dear! oh dear! And I knew the Lord\'d niver forgit us that way, and let the warld go intirely wrong like that. For av you weren\'t the masther, Sir Herbert, as you are, the Lord presarve you to us, divil a masther\'d iver be able to hould a foot in Castle Richmond, and that\'s God\'s ouwn thruth."

"And that\'s thrue for you, Richard," said another, whom Herbert in the confusion could not recognize, though his voice was familiar to him. "\'Deed and the boys had it all made out. But what matthers now Sir Herbert\'s back?"

"And God bless the day and the hour that he came to us!" And then leaving his master\'s arm and coat to which he had still stuck, he began to busy himself loudly about the travelling gear. "Coachman, where\'s Sir Herbert\'s portmantel? Yes; that\'s Sir Herbert\'s hat-box. \'Deed, an\' I ought to know it well. And the black bag; yes, that\'ll be Sir Herbert\'s, to be sure," and so on.

Nor was this all. The name seemed to run like wildfire through all the Buttevantians there assembled; and no sound seemed to reach our hero\'s name but that of Sir Herbert, Sir Herbert. Everybody took hold of him, and kissed his hand, and pulled his skirts, and stroked his face. His hat was knocked off, and put on again amid thousands of blessings. It was nearly dark, and his eyes were dazed by the coach lanterns which were carried about, so that he could hardly see his friends; but the one sound which was dinned into his ears was that of Sir Herbert, Sir Herbert.

Had he thought about it when starting from Dublin early that morning he would have said that it would have killed him to have heard himself so greeted in the public street, but as it was he found that he got over it very easily. Before he was well seated on his car it may be questioned whether he was not so used to his name, that he would have been startled to hear himself designated as Mr. Fitzgerald. For half a minute he had been wretched, and had felt a disgust at poor Richard which he thought at the moment would be insuperable; but when he was on the car, and the poor fellow came round to tuck the apron in under his feet, he could not help giving him his hand, and fraternizing with him.

"And how is my mother, Richard?"

"\'Deed then, Sir Herbert, me lady is surprising—very quiet-like; but her leddyship was always that, and as sweet to them as comes nigh her as flowers in May; but sure that\'s nathural to her leddyship."

"And, Richard—"

"Yes, Sir Herbert."

"Was Mr. Owen over at Castle Richmond since I left?"

"Sorrow a foot, Sir Herbert. Nor no one ain\'t heard on him, nor seen him. And I will say this on him—"

"Don\'t say anything against him, Richard."

"No, surely not, seeing he is yer honour\'s far-away cousin, Sir Herbert. But what I war going to say warn\'t agin Mr. Owen at all, at all. For they do say that cart-ropes wouldn\'t have dragged him to Castle Richmond; and that only yer honour has come back to yer own,—and why not?—there wouldn\'t have been any masther in Castle Richmond at all, at all. That\'s what they do say."

"There\'s no knowing how it will go yet, Richard."

"\'Deed, an\' I know how it \'ll go very well, Sir Herbert, and so does Mr. Somers, God bless him! \'Twas only this morning he tould me. An\', faix, it\'s he has the right to be glad."

"He is a very old friend."

"So is we all ould frinds, an\' we\'re all glad—out of our skins wid gladness, Sir Herbert. \'Deed an\' I thought the eend of the warld had come when I heerd it, for my head went round and round and round as I stood in the stable, and only for the fork I had a hould of, I\'d have been down among the crathur\'s legs."

And then it struck Herbert that as they were going on he heard the footsteps of some one running after the car, always at an equal distance behind them. "Who\'s that running, Richard?"

"Sure an\' that\'s just Larry Carson, yer honour\'s own boy, that minds yer honour\'s own nag, Sir Herbert. But, faix, I suppose ye\'ll be having a dozen of \'em now."

"Stop and take him up; you\'ve room there."

"Room enough, Sir Herbert, an\' yer honour\'s so good. Here, Larry, yer born fool, Sir Herbert says ye\'re to get up. He would come over, Sir Herbert, just to say he\'d been the first to see yer honour."

"God—bless—yer honour—Sir Herbert," exclaimed the poor fellow, out of breath, as he took his seat. It was his voice that Sir Herbert had recognized among the crowd, angry enough at that moment. But in future days it was remembered in Larry Carson\'s favour, that he had come over to Castle Richmond to see his master, contented to run the whole road back to Castle Richmond behind the car. A better fate, however, was his, for he made one in the triumphal entry up the avenue.

When they got to the lodge it was quite dark—so dark that even Richard, who was experienced in night-driving, declared that a cat could not see. However, they turned in at the great gates without any accident, the accustomed woman coming out to open them.

"An\' is his honour there thin?" said the woman; "and may God bless you, Sir Herbert, and ye\'re welcome back to yer own; so ye are!"

And then a warm large hand was laid upon his leg, and a warm voice sounded greeting in his ear. "Herbert, my boy, how are you? This is well, is it not?" It was Mr. Somers who had been waiting there for him at the lodge gate.

Upon the whole he could not but acknowledge to himself that it was well. Mr. Somers got up beside him on the car, so that by this time it was well laden. "And how does my mother take it?" Herbert asked.

"Very quietly. Your Aunt Letty told me that she had spent most of her time in prayer since she heard it. But Miss Letty seems to think that on your account she is very full of joy."

"And the girls?"

"Oh! the girls—what girls? Well, they must answer for themselves; I left them about half an hour ago, and now you hear their voices in the porch."

He did hear the voices in the porch plainly, though he could not distinguish them, as the horse\'s feet and the car wheels rattled over the gravel. But as the car stopped at the door with somewhat of a crash, he heard Emmeline say, "There\'s Herbert," and then as he got down they all retreated in among the lights in the hall.

"God bless your honour, Sir Herbert. An\' it\'s you that are welcome back this blessed night to Castle Richmond." Such and such like were the greetings which met him from twenty different voices as he essayed to enter the house. Every servant and groom about the place was there, and some few of the near............