ld. There is a very large sum lying to your credit at
Falkner's, for which you receive only three per cent."

"Don't you perceive how tiresome you are, dear Mr. Kennyfeck?" said his
wife. "Mr. Cashel is bored to death with all this."

"Oh, no! not in the least, madam. It ought to interest me immensely;
and so all these things will, I 'm sure. But I was just thinking at what
hour that fellow we met on the packet was to show us those horses he
spoke of?"

"At four," said Mr. Kennyfeck, with a half-sigh of resignation; "but
you 'll have ample time for that. I shall only ask you to attend at the
judge's chambers after our consultation."

"Well, you are really intolerable!" cried his wife. "Why cannot you and
Jones, and the rest of you, do all this tiresome nonsense, and leave Mr.
Cashel to us? I want to bring him out to visit two or three people; and
the girls have been planning a canter in the park."

"The canter, by all means," said Cashel. "I 'm sure, my dear Mr.
Kennyfeck, you 'll do everything far better without me. I have no
head for anything like business; and so pray, let me accompany the
riding-party."

"The attendance at the Master's is peremptory," sighed the
attorney,--"there is no deferring that; and as to the mortgages, the
funds are falling every hour. I should seriously advise selling out at
once."

"Well, sell out, in Heaven's name! Do all and anything you like, and I
promise my most unqualified satisfaction at the result."

"There, now," interposed Mrs. Kennyfeck, authoritatively, "don't worry
any more; you see how tiresome you are!"

And poor Mr. Kennyfeck seemed to see and feel it too; for he hung his
head, and sipped his tea in silence.

"To-day we dine alone, Mr. Cashel," said Mrs. Kennyfeck; "but to-morrow
I will try to show you some of the Dublin notorieties,--at least, such
as are to be had in the season. On Friday we plan a little country
party into Wicklow, and have promised to keep Saturday free, if the
Blackenburgs want us."

"What shall we say, then, about Tubberbeg, Mr. Cashel?" said Kennyfeck,
withdrawing him into a window-recess. "We ought to give the answer at
once."

"Faith! I forgot all about it," said Cashel. "Is that the fishery you
told me of?"

"Oh, no!" sighed the disconsolate man of law. "It's the farm on the
terminable lease, at present held by Hugh Corrigan; he asks for a
renewal."

"Well, let him have it," said Cashel, bluntly, while his eyes were
turned towar