“You’re not de trop, and I was just wanting you. We’re all friends here, Kelly, you know; and you needn’t mind my telling Mr Blake. Here’s this fellow going to elope with an heiress from Connaught, and he wants a decently honest lawyer first.”
“I should have thought,” said Blake, “that an indecently dishonest clergyman would have suited him better under those circumstances.”
“May-be he’ll want that, too, and I’ve no doubt you can recommend one. But at present he wants a lawyer; and, as I have none of my own, I think Forrest would serve his turn.”
“I’ve always found Mr Forrest ready to do anything in the way of his profession—for money.”
“No, but—he’d draw up a deed, wouldn’t he, Blake? It’s a sort of a marriage settlement.”
“Oh, he’s quite at home at that work! He drew up five, for my five sisters, and thereby ruined my father’s property, and my prospects.”
“Well, he’d see me to-morrow, wouldn’t he?” said Lord Ballindine.
“Of course he would. But mind, we’re to be off early. We ought to be at the Curragh, by three.”
“I suppose I could see him at ten?” said his lordship.
It was then settled that Blake should write a line to the lawyer, informing him that Lord Ballindine wished to see him, at his office, at ten o’clock the next morning; it was also agreed that Martin should meet him there at that hour; and Kelly took his leave, much relieved on the subject nearest his heart.