arry, whist! be asy a while."

"I won't whist, and I won't be asy: so, Mr. Keegan, if you want to
have my answer, take it, and carry it down to that old bricklayer
in Carrick, whose daughter has the divil's bargain in you; and for
the like of that you're not bad matched. Tell him from me, Larry
Macdermot--tell him from me, that I'm not so owld yet, nor so poor,
nor so silly, that he can swindle me out of my lands and house that
way. So clever as you think yourself, Mr. Keegan, you may walk
back to Carrick again, and don't think to call yourself masther of
Ballycloran yet awhile."

"Very well, Mr. Macdermot; very well, my fine fellow; look to
yourself, and mind, I tell you I'll have a cheaper bargain of the
place by this day six months, than I should have now by the terms I'm
offering myself."

"You dirthy mane ruffian--if it was only myself you was wanting to
turn out of it--but to be robbing the boy there of his property, that
has been working his sowl out these six years for that dirthy owld
bricklayer!--And you want the place all to yourself, do you, Mr.
Keegan? Faix, and a fine estated gintleman you'd make, any how!"

"Well now; you'll repent the day you made yourself such a fool.
However, good morning, Mr. Macdermot--good morning; I'll tell them
down at Carrick, to keep a warm corner for you in the lane there,
where them old beggars sleep at night!"

"Kick him out, Thady: kick him out, will ye?--Have ye none of the
owld blood left round your heart, that you'll not kick him out of the
house, for a pettifogging schaming blackguard!" and Larry got up as
though he meant to have a kick at the attorney himself.

"Be asy, father, and let him go of himself; he'll go fast enough now.
Sit down awhile; sit down till I come back," and Thady followed the
attorney down the steps on to the gravel road.

"You'll see, my boy," said Keegan--and now the benevolent attorney
had altogether lost his smile,--"you'll see, my boy, whether I won't
make the two of you pay for this; ay! and the whole family too, for
a set of proud, beggarly, starved-out paupers. By G----, I'll sell
every rotten stick of old furniture left in the house, on the 6th
of next month; and the three of you shall be tramping in the roads
before the winter's over!"

"You're worse than the old man with your passion, Mr. Keegan," said
Thady; "ten times worse; you know I did what I could to advise him;
and even now, if you'll lave him to me, I'll bring him round