name upon me. Ould scoundrel,
indeed!--Troth, we could spare an odd one now and then out of our own
little establishment."

"Jemmy, never mind," said the son, "but tell Hanlon I want to speak to
him in the office after breakfast."

"If I see him I will, but the devil an inch I'll go out o' my way for
it--if I see him I will, an' if I don't I won't. Did you put a fresh
bandage to your leg, to keep in them Pharisee (* Varicose, we presume)
veins o' yours, as the docthor ordhered you?"

This, in fact, was the usual style of his address to the old magistrate,
when in conversation with him.

"Damn the quack!" replied his master: "no, I didn't."

"An' why didn't you?"

"You're beginning this morning," said the other, losing temper. "You had
better keep quiet, keep your distance, if you're wise--that's all."

"Why didn't you, I ax," continued Jemmy, walking up to him, with his
hands in his coat pocket, and looking coolly, but authoritatively in his
face. "I tell you, and if you don't know how to take care of yourself, I
do, and I will. I'm all that's left over you now; an' in spite of all I
can do, it's a purty account I'd be able to give of you, if I was called
on."

"This to my face!" exclaimed Dick--"this to my face, you villain!"--and,
as he spoke, the cane was brandished over Jemmy's head, as if it would
descend every moment.

"Ay," replied Jemmy, without budging, "ay, indeed--an' a purty face it
is--a nice face hard drinkin' an' a bad life has left you. Ah! do it if
you dare," he added, as the other swung his staff once or twice, as if
about to lay it down in reality; "troth, if you do, I'll know how to
act."

"What would you do, you old cancer--what would you do if I did?"

"Troth, what you'll force me to do some day. I know you will, for heaven
an' earth couldn't stand you; an' if I do, it's not me you'll have to
blame for it. Ah, that same step you'll drive me to--I see that."

"What will you do, you old viper, that has been like a blister to me my
whole life--what will you do?"

"Send you about your business," replied Jemmy, coolly, but with all the
plenitude of authority in his manner; "send you from about the place,
an' then I'll have a quiet house. I'll send you to your youngest
daughter's or somewhere, or any where, out of this. So now that you know
my determination you had betther keep yourself cool, unless, indeed, you
wish to thravel. Oh, then heaven's above, but you wor a bitther sight to
me,