"
"Them boys are mostly talk," said Milly, seriously. "Ye know at Dublin
how ye went on about young Poldoody, and I've a whole desk full of verses
he wrote me when he was in Trinity College; but he went abroad, and his
mother married him to an Englishwoman."
"Lord Poldoody was a young nobleman; and in them it's natural: and ye
weren't in the position in which ye are now, Milly dear. But ye mustn't
encourage this young chap too much, for, bedad, Jack Costigan won't have
any thrilling with his daughter."
"No more will his daughter, papa, you may be sure of that," Milly said.
"A little sip more of the punch,--sure, 'tis beautiful. Ye needn't be
afraid about the young chap--I think I'm old enough to take care of
myself, Captain Costigan."
So Pen used to come day after day, rushing in and galloping away, and
growing more wild about the girl with every visit. Sometimes the Captain
was present at their meetings; but having a perfect confidence in his
daughter, he was more often inclined to leave the young couple to
themselves, and cocked his hat over his eye, and strutted off on some
errand when Pen entered.
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