t."

"There's not many of that sort in Dunmore thin; any way, there weren't
when I left it, a week since. Whose house are you going to, Mr Daly,
av' it's not impertinent asking?"

"Barry Lynch's."

"Barry Lynch's!" re-echoed Martin; "the divil you are! I wonder what's
in the wind with him now. I thought Blake always did his business?"

"The devil a know I know, so I can't tell you; and if I did, I
shouldn't, you may be sure. But a man that's just come to his property
always wants a lawyer; and many a one, besides Barry Lynch, ain't
satisfied without two."

"Well, any way, I wish you joy of your new client. I'm not over fond of
him myself, I'll own; but then there were always rasons why he and I
shouldn't pull well together. Barry's always been a dale too high for
me, since he was at school with the young lord. Well, good evening, Mr
Daly. Never mind time car coming down the street, as you're at your
friend's gate," and Martin took his bag on his arm, and walked down to
the inn.

Though Martin couldn't guess, as he walked quickly down the street,
what Barry Lynch could want with young Daly, who was beginning to be
known as a clever, though not over-scrupulous practitioner, he felt a
presentiment that it must have some reference to Anty and himself, and
this made him rather uncomfortable. Could Barry have heard of his
engagement? Had Anty repented of her bargain, during his short absence?
Had that old reptile Moylan, played him false, and spoilt his game?
"That must be it," said Martin to himself, "and it's odd but I'll be
even with the schamer, yet; only she's so asy frightened!--Av' she'd
the laist pluck in life, it's little I'd care for Moylan or Barry
either."

This little soliloquy brought him to the inn door. Some of the tribe of
loungers who were always hanging about the door, and whom in her hatred
of idleness the widow would one day rout from the place, and, in her
charity, feed the next, had seen Martin coming down the street, and had
given intelligence in the kitchen. As he walked in, therefore, at the
open door, Meg and Jane were ready to receive him in the passage. Their
looks were big with some important news. Martin soon saw that they had
something to tell.

"Well, girls," he said, as he chucked his bag and coat to Sally, "for
heaven's sake get me something to ate, for I'm starved. What's the
news at Dunmore?"

"It's you should have the news thin," said one, "and you just from
Dublin."

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