It is not likely, but all the better class
of Catholics who remain in the town are regarded with suspicion."
Walter had no trouble in finding the house he was in search of, and,
knocking at the door, he told the servant who opened it that he wanted to
see the master.
"You must come in business hours," the man said. "He can't see you now."
"I have a letter to him, from his friend Mr. Fitzgerald of Waterford. If
you tell him that, I think he will see me now."
"That's all right," the man said. "He tould me if anyone came with a
letter from that gentleman, I was to show him up."
So saying, he led him upstairs.
"Here's a young man, your honour, with the letter you tould me about,
from Mr. Fitzgerald."
"Show him in," a voice said; and Walter entered a sitting room. The
gentleman who was with him said nothing, until the door was closed behind
him. Then he asked:
"Has the ship come in?"
To which Walter replied:
"She is sailing slowly, but she will come."
"That's right," the merchant said, rising. "Where do you come from?"
"I am Walter Davenant, a cornet in my father's troop of horse, and I have
come direct from Limerick. I have a letter for you, in my collar."
He pulled off his coat, the merchant handed him a knife, he ripped open
the collar, and, taking out the papers concealed there, picked out that
intended for Mr.
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