"No, Mr. Thady, there is not," said he, without moving; "what is it you want to-night?"
"Come out, and bring a lighted candle, if you can."
Brady now saw from his master's pale face, and fear-struck expression, that something extraordinary had happened, and he followed him with a candle under his hat; but the precaution was useless, the wind blew it out at once.
"Pat," said Thady, as soon as the two were out before the front door; "Pat," and he didn't know how to pronounce the thing he wished to tell.
"Good God! Mr. Thady, what's the matther? has anything happened the owld man?"
"What owld man?"
"Your father."
"No, nothing's happened him; but—but Captain Ussher is dead!"
"Gracious glory—no! why he was laving this for good and all this night. And how did he die?"—and he whispered in his master's ear—"did the boys do for him?"
"I killed him by myself," answered Thady, in a whisper.