“The Laud forget you for that!” replied Ted, with a grin; “my ould grandmudher might larn it from you—hach, ach, ha!”
“None of your d—d impertinence, Ted. I want to speak to you.”
“Fwhat would her be?” asked Ted, with a face in which there might be read such a compound of cunning, vacuity, and ferocity as could rarely be witnessed in the same countenance.
“Can you come down to me to-night?”
“No; I'll be busy.”
“Where are you at work now?”
“In Glendearg, above.”
“Well, then, if you can't come to me, I must only go to you. Will you be there tonight? I wish to speak to you on very particular business.”
“Shiss; you will, dhin, wanst more?” asked the other, significantly.
“I think so.”