And, you understand--I don't forget what I promised--you'll be a happier man every way for having done your duty; and here's half-a-crown to spend in the Salmon House.' Irons only moaned, and then said-- 'That's all, Sir.

But I couldn't feel easy till it was off my mind.' 'At eight o'clock I shall expect you.

Good-night, Irons.' And with his hands in his pockets he watched Irons off the ground.

His visage darkened as for a while his steady gaze was turned toward Dublin.
He was not quite so comfortable as he might have been.
Meanwhile Black Dillon, at Mrs.Sturk's request, had stalked up stairs to the patient's bed-side.
'Had not I best send at once for Mr.Dangerfield ?' she enquired.
'No occasion, Ma'am,' replied the eminent but slightly fuddled 'Saw-bones,' spitting beside him on the floor 'until I see whether I'll operate to-night.

What's in that jug, Ma'am?
Chicken-broth?
That'll do.
Give him a spoonful.