There was nothing to detain him but his vices, and five hundred pounds to draw him to Chapelizod.

He had not come.

He must be either brained in a row, or drunk under a table.

So Mr.Dangerfield took leave of good Mrs.Sturk, having told her in case the doctor should come, to make him wait for his arrival before taking any measures, and directing that he should be sent for immediately.
So Mr.Dangerfield got into his white surtout silently in the hall, and shut the door quickly after him, and waited, a grim sentry, under the tree, with his face towards Dublin.

Father Time had not blunted the white gentleman's perceptions, touched his ear with his numb fingers, or blown the smoke of his tobacco-pipe into his eyes.