We must now return to Dunmore, and say a few parting words of the Kellys and Anty Lynch; and then our task will be finished.

It will be remembered that that demon¹ of Dunmore, Barry Lynch, has been made to vanish: like Lord Kilcullen, he has gone abroad; he has settled himself at an hotel at Boulogne, and is determined² to enjoy himself. Arrangements have been made about the property, certainly not very satisfactory to Barry, because they are such as make it necessary for him to pay his own debts; but they still leave him sufficient to allow of his indulging in every vice³ congenial to his taste; and, if he doesn’t get fleeced by cleverer rogues⁴ than himself which, however, will probably be the case he will have quite enough to last him till lie has drunk himself to death.

After his departure, there was nothing to delay Anty’s marriage, but tier own rather slow recovery. She has no other relatives to ask, no other friends to consult. Now that Barry was gone she was entirely⁵ her own mistress, and was quite willing to give up her dominion⁶ over herself to Martin Kelly. She had, however, been greatly shaken; not, by illness only, but by fear also her fears of Barry and for Barry. She still dreamed while asleep, and thought while awake, of that horrid⁷ night when lie crept up to her room and swore that he would murder her. This, and what she had suffered since, had greatly weakened her, and it was some time before Doctor Colligan would pronounce her convalescent. At last, however, the difficulties were overcome; all arrangements were completed. Anty was well; the property was settled; Martin was impatient; and the day was fixed⁸.

There was no bishop⁹, no duchess, no man-cook, at the wedding-party given on the occasion by Mrs Kelly; nevertheless, it was, in its way, quite as grand an affair as that given by the countess. The widow opened her heart, and opened her house. Her great enemy, Barry I.ynch, was gone clean beaten out of the field

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