"Not a penny more than I offered. Indeed, Mr. Flannelly would get the property cheaper if he sold it the regular way under the mortgage, so that he doesn't care about it: only he'd sooner you got the difference than strangers.—Well, you won't get the old man to take the offer—eh?"
"I can't advise him to sell his property, and his house, and everything, so for nothing."
"Then you know we must sell it for him."
"Will you give me till Monday," said Thady, "till I ask some friend what I ought to do?"
"Some friend;—what friend do you want to be asking—some attorney? Dolan, I suppose, who of course would tell you not to part with the property, that he might make a penny of it. No, Master Thady, that won't do; either yes or no—no or yes; I don't care which; but an answer, if you please, as Flannelly is determined he will do something."
"It's no lawyer I want to spake to, Mr. Keegan; I've had too much of lawyers; but it's my friend, Father John."
"What, the priest! thank ye for nothing; I'll have no d——d priest meddling; and to tell you the truth at once, it's either now or never. And think where your father 'll be if the house is sold over his head, before he has a place to stretch himself in."
"Oh! you know, and I know, you can't sell it out of hand, in that way,—all at once."
"'Deed but we can though; and, by G——d, if you mean to be stiff about it, you shall be out of the place before the May rents become due."
"Would you want me to go and sell all that's left in the family, without giving me a day to consider?—without asking my friends what's best to do for the old man, and for poor Feemy? Surely, Mr. Keegan—"