Suddenly two or three men came up, and one said:—
'Now's the time to settle old Hussey.'
Old Hussey—to use their accurate nomenclature—popped his head out of the window, and also his right hand which held a most serviceable revolver and invited them to come on.
They did not. In fact they scattered with a rapidity which proved they had not imbibed enough whisky to affect their legs or give them courage.
This will show that my business—to collect what was due to the landlords I represented—was not always agreeable work or always easy. But my duty was to get in rents, and so I got them, whenever I could.
The tenants did not all pay direct, for many were far too frightened. Quite a number, even of the Roman Catholics, used to send the money through the Protestant clergy.
How they settled this in the confessional I do not know, possibly it was a trifle they did not consider worth troubling the priest with.
Three tenants on Lord Kenmare's estate came into my office on one occasion, and said they would like to pay their rent, but were afraid of the Land League.
I treated their fears as arrant nonsense, but told them to come and argue it out with me in my own room.
So soon as they could not be seen by any one they paid up.