three o’clock in the
morning
Something has surely happened , thought I -- and so it was , for Sir Murtagh in his passion broke a blood-vessel , and all the law in the land could do nothing in that case . My lady sent for five physicians , but Sir Murtagh died , and was buried . She had a fine jointure settled upon her , and took herself away to the great joy of the tenantry . I never said any thing one way or the other , whilst she was part of the family , but got up to see her go at three o'clock in the morning . `` It 's a fine morning , honest Thady , '' says she ; `` good bye to ye , '' and into the carriage she stepped , without a word more , good or bad , or even half-a-crown ; but I made my bow , and stood to see her safe out of sight for the sake of the family . Then we were all bustle in the house , which made me keep out of the way , for I walk slow and hate a bustle ; but the house was all hurry-skurry , preparing for my new master . Sir Murtagh , I forgot to notice , had no childer ; -LSB- 4 -RSB- so the Rackrent estate went to his younger brother , a young dashing officer , who came amongst us before I knew for the life of me where-abouts I was , in a gig or some of them things , with another spark along with him , and led horses , and servants , and dogs , and scarce a place to put any Christian of them into ; for my late lady had sent all the feather-beds off before her , and blankets and household linen , down to the very knife cloths , on the cars to Dublin , which were all her own , lawfully paid for out of her own money .