reader that my name is Archibald Green. 

I had been for a fortnight in Dublin, and was about to proceed into
county Mayo on business which would occupy me there for some weeks.
My head-quarters would, I found, be at the town of Ballyglass; and I
soon learned that Ballyglass was not a place in which I should find
hotel accommodation of a luxurious kind, or much congenial society
indigenous to the place itself. 

"But you are a hunting man, you say," said old Sir P- C-; "and in
that case you will soon know Tom O'Conor.  Tom won't let you be dull.
I'd write you a letter to Tom, only he'll certainly make you out
without my taking the trouble." 

I did think at the time that the old baronet might have written the
letter for me, as he had been a friend of my father's in former days;
but he did not, and I started for Ballyglass with no other
introduction to any one in the county than that contained in Sir P-'s
promise that I should soon know Mr.  Thomas O'Conor.