Masther Richard, sirra, doesn't care a curse if I was under the sod to-morrow, but would be glad of it; neither does, any one about me--but he did; and you infernal crew, you have driven him away from me." "We, your honor ?" "Yes, all of you; you put me first out of temper by your neglect and your extravagance; then I vented it on him, because he was the only one among you I took any pleasure in abusin'-- speaking to.

However, my mind's made up--I'll call an auction--sell everything--and live in Dublin as well as I can.

What does that black hound want ?" "Some law business, sir; but I donna what it is." "Is the scoundrel honest, or a rogue ?" "Throth it's more than I'm able to tell your honor, sir.

I don't know much about him.

Some spakes well, and some spakes ill of him--just like his neighbors--ahem!" "Ay, an' that's all you can say of him?
but if he was here, I could soon ascertain what stuff he's made of, and what kind of a hearing he ought to get.