“Oh! I know it. Yes, to be sure, Fin; but they 've many a new thing up in Dublin there, we don't hear of. Whisht! what's that?”
“It 's Tony, sir,—Tony Basset; he 's sitting up with me.”
“Come over here, Tony. Tony, I'm going fast; I feel it, and my heart is low. Could we withdraw the proceedings about Freney?”
“He 's the biggest blackguard—”
“Ah! no matter now; I 'm going to a place where we 'll all need mercy. What was it that Canealy said he 'd give for the land?”
“Two pound ten an acre; and Freney never paid thirty shillings out of it.”
“It's mighty odd George didn't come over.”
“Sure, I told you there was two feet of snow on the ground.”
“Lord be about us, what a severe season! But why isn't Tom here?” I started at the words, and was about to rush forward, when he added,—“I don't want him, though.”
“Of course you don't,” said the attorney; “it's little comfort he ever gave you. Are you in pain there?”