But he had scruples, forsooth; and here now is the serpent unconsciously crossing my path.

This is the third time he has escaped and broken out of bounds.

Upon the two former I managed him myself, without a single witness; and, but that I had lost my own child--and there is a mystery I cannot penetrate--I would have--" Here he rang the bell, and a servant entered.
"Send up Gillespie." The servant, as usual, bowed, and Gillespie entered.
"Gillespie, there is a young fellow in Ballytrain, named--Fenton, I think ?" "Yes, your honor; he is half-mad, or whole mad, as a good many people think." "I am told he is fond of liquor." "He is seldom sober, Sir Thomas." "Will you go into Ballytrain, and try to see him?
But first see the butler, and desire him, by my orders, to give you a bottle of whiskey.

I don't mean this moment, sirra," he said, for Gillespie was proceeding to take him instantly at his word.
"Listen, sir.

See Fenton--lure him as quietly and secretly as you can out of town--bring him into some remote nook--" "Sir Thomas, I beg your pardon," exclaimed Gillespie, getting pale; "if you mean that I should--" "Silence, sir," replied the baronet, in his sternest and deepest voice; "hear me; bring him, if you can, to some quiet place, where you will both be free from observation; then produce your bottle and glass, and ply him with liquor until you have him drunk." "It's very likely that I'll find him drunk as it is, sir; he is seldom otherwise." "So much the better; you will have the less trouble.