She was glad that Nutter was exculpated.

She had no desire that the king should take his worldly goods to which she intended helping herself: otherwise he might hang or drown for ought she cared.

Dirty Davy, too, who had quaked about his costs, was greatly relieved by the turn which things had taken; and the plain truth was that, notwithstanding his escape from the halter, things looked very black and awful for Charles Nutter and his poor little wife, Sally.
Doctor Toole, at half-past nine, was entertaining two or three of the neighbours, chiefly in oracular whispers, by the fire in the great parlour of the Phoenix, when he was interrupted by Larry, the waiter, with-- 'Your horse is at the door, docther' (Toole was going into town, but was first to keep an appointment at Doctor Sturk's with Mr.Lowe), 'and,' continued Larry, 'there's a fat gentleman in the blue room wants to see you, if you plase.' 'Hey ?--ho! let's see then,' said little Toole, bustling forth with an important air.

'The blue room, hey ?' When he opened the door of that small apartment there stood a stout, corpulent, rather seedy and dusty personage, at the window, looking out and whistling with his hat on.

He turned lazily about as Toole entered, and displayed the fat and forbidding face of Dirty Davy.
'Oh! I thought it might be professionally, Sir,' said Toole, a little grandly; for he had seen the gentleman before, and had, by this time, found out all about him, and perceived he had no chance of a fee.
'It _is_ professionally, Sir,' quoth Dirty Davy, 'if you'll be so obleeging as to give me five minutes.' With that amiable egotism which pervades human nature, it will be observed, each gentleman interpreted 'professionally' as referring to his own particular calling.
So Toole declared himself ready and prepared to do his office, and Dirty Davy commenced.
'You know me, I believe, Sir ?' 'Mr.David O'Reegan, as I believe,' answered Toole.
'The same, Sir,' replied Davy.