“And now—Mr.'Burke has obliged you, I suppose, because you have obliged him?”
“Well, I don't know that he has obliged me much,” said Bryan, “but I know that I have obliged him a good deal.”
Vanston nodded and seemed satisfied.
“Very well,” he proceeded; “but, with respect to this memorial. I can't promise you much. Leave it with me, however, and you shall probably hear from me again. I fear we are late in point of time; indeed, I have but faint hopes of it altogether, and I would not recommend you to form any strong expectations from the interference of any one; still, at the same time,” he added, looking significantly at him, “I don't desire you to despair altogether.”
“He has as much notion,” thought Bryan, “of troubling his head about me or my memorial, as I have for standin' candidate for the county. D—n them all! they think of nobody but themselves!”
CHAPTER XVIII.—A Family Dialogue
—Ahadarra not in for it—Bryan's Vote.
Honest Jemmy Burke, we have already said, had brought home his second son, Edward, from school, for the purpose of training him to agricultural pursuits, having now abandoned all notions of devoting him to the Church, as he would have done had Hycy manifested towards him even the ordinary proofs of affection and respect.
“You druv me to it, Rosha,” said he to his wife; “but I'll let you both know that I'm able to be masther in my own house still. You have made your pet what he is; but I tell you that if God hasn't said it, you'll curse one another with bitther hearts yet.”