"If you plaze."
The Speaker sat at a small desk, and, as well as he could (for his hand was trembling), he wrote the receipt and handed it across the table.
"And now about my lease," said Dan.
"What about it?" said the Speaker.
"It runs out a year to-day, Sir, and Willie Kerruish, the advocate, was telling me at the Michaelmas mart you were not for renewing it. Do you still hould to that, Mr. Spaker?"
"Certainly I do," said the Speaker. "I don't want to enter into discussions, but I think you'll be the better for another landlord and I for another tenant."
There was another moment of silence, broken only by Dan's nasal breathing, and then he said:
"Mr. Spaker, the Dempster's son has come home in disgrace, they're saying."
"What's that got to do with it?" said the Speaker.
"My daughter has come home in disgrace, too—my wife's daughter, I mane."