there, I'll sit
with her, and watch till it's all over. I'm sure, now she's ill, I'd do
anything for her."

Daly said nothing, though Barry paused for him to reply. "Only about
the form," continued he, "I wouldn't know what to put. By heavens,
Daly! you must come with me. You can be up at the house, and I can
have you down at a minute's warning." Daly utterly declined, but Barry
continued to press him. "But you must, Daly; I tell you I know I'm
right. I know her so well--she'll do it at once for the sake--for the
sake of--You know she is my own sister, and all that--and she thinks so
much of that kind of thing. I'll tell you what, Daly; upon my honour
and soul," and he repeated the words in a most solemn tone, "if you'll
draw the will, and she signs it, so that I come in for the whole
thing--and I know she will I'll make over fifty--ay, seventy pounds a
year for you for ever and ever. I will, as I live."

The interview ended by the attorney turning Barry Lynch into the
street, and assuring him that if he ever came into his office again,
on any business whatsoever, he would unscrupulously kick him out.
So ended, also, the connexion between the two; for Daly never got a
farthing for his labour. Indeed, after all that had taken place, he
thought it as well not to trouble his _ci-devant_ client with a bill.
Barry went home, and of course got drunk.

When Doctor Colligan called on Lynch, he found that he was not at home.
He was at that very moment at Tuam, with the attorney. The doctor
repeated his visit later in the afternoon, but Barry had still not
returned, and he therefore left word that he would call early after
breakfast the following morning. He did so; and, after waiting half an
hour in the dining-room, Barry, only half awake and half dressed, and
still half drunk, came down to him.

The doctor, with a long face, delivered his message, and explained
to him the state in which his sister was lying; assured him that
everything in the power of medicine had been and should be done; that,
nevertheless, he feared the chance of recovery was remote; and ended
by informing him that Miss Lynch was aware of her danger, and had
expressed a wish to see him before it might be too late. Could he
make it convenient to come over just now--in half an hour--or say an
hour?--said the doctor, looking at the red face and unfinished toilet
of the distressed brother.

Barry at first scarcely knew what reply to give. On his return fro