You know they have a kind of hereditary hatred against the M'Mahons; and if I did not allow them to take their own way in this, I don't think I could depend on them." "Well, there is raison in that too," replied Finigan.
"I am sure, Finigan," proceeded Hycy, "that you are too honorable a man to breathe either to Bryan M'Mahon or any one else, a single syllable of the conversation which you overheard merely by accident.

I say I am certain you will never let it transpire, either by word of mouth or writing.

In me you may always calculate on finding a sincere friend; and of this let me assure you, that your drink, if everything goes right with us, won't cost you much--much! not a penny; if you had two throats instead of one--as many necks as Hydra, we should supply them all." "Give me your hand, Mr.Hycy--you are a gintleman, and I always said would be one--I did, sir--I prognosticated as much years ago; and sincerely felicitous am I that my prognostications have been verified for so far.

I said you would rise--that exaltation was before you--and that your friends might not feel at all surprised at the elevated position in which you will die.

_Propino tibi_, again--and do not fear that ever revelation of mine shall facilitate any catastrophe that may await you." Hycy looked keenly into the schoolmaster's face as he uttered the last observation; but in the maudlin and collapsed features then before him he could read nothing that intimated the sagacity of a double meaning.
This satisfied him; and after once more exacting from Finigan a pledge of what he termed honorable confidence, he took his departure..