“I wish you were one of them, Davy; they'd suit you, and you 'd suit them.”
“So we should, sir; and who knows what may turn up? I'm not impatient”
“That's right, Davy; that's the lesson I always taught you; wait,—wait!”
“When did you see Driscoll, father?” asked Dunn, after a pause.
“He was here last week; he's up to his ears about that claim to the Beecher estate, Lord—Lord—What's his—”
“Lackington.”
“Yes, Lord Lackington. He says if you were once come home, you 'd get him leave to search the papers in the Record Tower at the Castle, and that it would be the making of himself if anything came out of it.”
“He's always mare's-nesting, sir,” said Dunn, carelessly.
“Faith, he has contrived to feather his own nest, anyhow,” said the old man, laughing. “He lent Lord Glengariff five thousand pounds t' other day at six per cent, and on as good security as the Bank.”
“Does he pretend to have discovered anything new with respect to that claim?”