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The Celt and Saxon

CHAPTER IV
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So they were still at table when Mr.Camminy was announced and ushered in.
The man of law murmured an excuse or two; he knew his client's eye, and how to thaw it.
'No, Miss Adister, I have not breakfasted,' he said, taking the chair placed for him.

'I was all day yesterday at Windlemont, engaged in assisting to settle the succession.

Where estates are not entailed!' 'The expectations of the family are undisciplined and certain not to be satisfied,' Mr.Adister carried on the broken sentence.

'That house will fall! However, you have lost no time this morning .-- Mr.Patrick O'Donnell.' Mr.Camminy bowed busily somewhere in the direction between Patrick and the sideboard.
'Our lawyers have us inside out, like our physicians,' Mr.Adister resumed, talking to blunt his impatience for a private discussion with his own.
'Surgery's a little in their practice too, we think in Ireland,' said Patrick.
Mr.Camminy assented: 'No doubt.' He was hungry, and enjoyed the look of the table, but the look of his client chilled the prospect, considered in its genial appearance as a feast of stages; having luminous extension; so, to ease his client's mind, he ventured to say: 'I thought it might be urgent.' 'It is urgent,' was the answer.
'Ah: foreign?
domestic ?' A frown replied.
Caroline, in haste to have her duties over, that she might escape the dreaded outburst, pressed another cup of tea on Mr.Camminy and groaned to see him fill his plate.

She tried to start a topic with Patrick.
'The princess is well, I hope ?' Mr.Camminy asked in the voice of discretion.


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