“This,” said Nora, trembling very much; “he—he does not want you to evict him.”
“He'll pay his rent, or he'll go,” thundered the Squire. “No more of this at present. I can't be worried.”
“But, oh, father! he—he can't pay it any more than you can pay the mortgage. Don't be cruel to him if you want to be dealt with mercifully yourself; it would be such bad luck.”
“Good gracious, Nora, are you demented? The man pays his rent, or he goes. Not another word.”
“Father, dear father!”
“Not another word. Go in and see your mother, or she'll be wondering what has happened to you. Yes, I'll go off to Dublin to-morrow. If Neil doesn't pay up his rent in a week, off he goes; it's men like Andrew Neil who are the scum of the earth. He has put my back up; and pay his rent he will, or out he goes.”
CHAPTER IX. — EDUCATION AND OTHER THINGS.
The next day the Squire and Terence went off together. Mrs. O'Shanaghgan was very angry with her husband for going, as she expressed it, to amuse himself in Dublin. Dirty Dublin she was fond of calling the capital of Ireland.