This gentleman, however, who possessed at once a rapacious heart and a stupid head, might have fleeced half the country had the one been upon a par with the other.

He was, besides, in his own estimation, a lady-killer, and knew not how these interviews with the fair _Cooleen Bawn_ might end.

He, at all events, was a sound Protestant, and if it were often said that you might as well ask a Highlander for a knee-buckle as an attorney for religion, he could conscientiously fall back upon the fact that political Protestantism and religion were very different things--for an attorney.
Instructed by Folliard, he accordingly waited upon her professionally, in her father's study, during his absence, and opened his case as follows: "I have called upon you, Miss Folliard, by the direction of your father, professionally, and indeed I thank my stars that any professional business should give me an opportunity of admiring so far-famed a beauty." "Are you not Mr.Doldrum," she asked, "the celebrated attorney ?" "Doldrum is certainly my name, my lovely client." "Well, Mr.Doldrum, I think I have heard of you; but permit me to say that before you make love, as you seem about to do, I think it better you should mention your professional business." "It is very simple, Miss Folliard; just to know whether you have any objection to appearing as an evidence against--he--hem--against Mr.
Reilly." "Oh, then your business and time with me will be very brief, Mr.
Doldrum.

It is my intention to see justice done, and for that purpose I shall attend the trial, and if I find that my evidence will be necessary, I assure you I shall give it.

But, Mr.Doldrum, one word with you before you go." "A hundred--a thousand, my dear lady." "It is this: I beg as a personal favor that you will use your great influence with my father to prevent him from talking to me on this subject until the day of trial comes.