“By which, probably, you would imply, that new liabilities may begin again. Is that so?”
“I think, from the nature of Mr. Leicester's claim, such an event is not impossible.”
“Never mind the threat,” whispered Tiernay; “it is but a threat.”
“As to the other affair,” said Cashel, approaching Hoare, “I will accompany you to town. I will see Don Pedro myself.”
“That will be difficult, sir. I am not at liberty to mention his place of abode; nor does he wish his presence here to be known.”
“But to me,” said Cashel, “this objection cannot apply.”
“His orders are positive, and without qualification; but any proposition which you desire to submit—”
“Can come through Mr. Hoare?” said Cashel, sneer-ingly. “I prefer doing these things in person, sir.”
“Leave this to me,” whispered Tiernay; “I'll manage him better.”
Cashel squeezed his friend's arm in assent, and turned away; while Hoare, reseating himself, proceeded to draw out the bill for Cashel's signature.