“How, sir, are you determined to retaliate?”
“The truth is, sir, I've got the dockiments you stand in need of in my possession, and can furnish you with them for a consideration.”
“Why, now you are intelligible. What do you want, Murray? I'm engaged.”
“To speak one word with you in the next room, sir. The gentleman wants you to say yes or no, in a single line, upon Mr. Fairfield's business, sir—besides, I've a private message.”
“Excuse me for a moment, sir,” said Birney; “there's this morning's paper, if you haven't seen it.”
“Well, Bob,” said he, “what is it?”
“Beware of that fellow,” said he: “I know him well; his name is Bryan; he was a horse jockey on the Curragh, and was obliged to fly the country for dishonesty. Be on your guard, that is all I had to say to you.”
“Why, he says he is a Londoner, and he certainly has the accent,” replied the other.
“Kerry, sir, to the backbone, and a disgrace to the country, for divil a many rogues it produces, whatever else it may do.”
“Thank you, Murray,” said Birney; “I will be doubly guarded now.”