“Where to?”
“That's more than I know.”
“And why was I not kept informed on these matters? My last orders to you were to write to me daily.”
“I was shut up myself the morning your honor left town. When I swore the informations they took me off, and never liberated me till this evening at eight o'clock.”
“You 'll soon find out where he is, won't you?”
“That I will. I 'll know before your honor's up in the morning.”
“And you 'll be able to tell what he's after,—why he is here at all; for, mind me, O'Reardon, I tell you again, it's not rebellion he's thinking of.”
“I 'll do that too, sir.”
“If we could only get him out of the country,—persuade him that his best course was to be off. If we could manage to get rid of him, O'Reardon,—to get rid of him!” and he gave a fierce energy to the last words.
“That would be easier than the other,” said the fellow, slyly.