“An’ welcome,” said Clancy, but his looks belied his tongue.
“Yez towld me this mornin’, Mr. Clancy,” said O’Hara, “that yez could not pay me the troifle av money yez owe me.”
“An’ I towld yez the truth.”
“On con-sider-rayshun av yez bein’ an ’owld frind av mine,” said O’Hara, “I have daysided till give yez back the note, widout the payin’ av a cint—upon wan condition.”
“Give me back me note!” Clancy could not believe his ears.
“Upon wan condition,” repeated O’Hara.
“An’ wat’s that?”
“That yez give yez consint till Annie’s marriage wid young McGonagle.”
Clancy looked thunderstruck; he gazed at the other with mingled wonder and anger.
“What call have yez till meddle wid me family affairs?” demanded he, indignantly. “An’ what rayson have ye till be pullin’ wid McGonagle?”