Measures must be taken instantly, you see, for 'tis of old standing, and not a day to be lost, and there's why Mr.Lowe is so urgent to get your statement in white and black.' 'And sworn to,' added Mr.Lowe.
'I'll swear it,' said Sturk, in the same sad tones.
And Mrs.Sturk came in, and Toole gave leave for chicken broth at twelve o'clock, about two table-spoonsful, and the same at half-past one, when he hoped to be back again.

And on the lobby he gave her, with a cheery countenance, all the ambiguous comfort he could.

And Lowe asked Mrs.
Sturk for more pens and paper, and himself went down to give his man a direction at the door, and on the way, in the hall, Toole looking this way and that, to see they weren't observed, beckoned him into the front parlour, and, said he, in a low key-- 'The pulse is up a bit, not very much, but still I don't like it--and very hard, you see--and what we've to dread, you know's inflammation; and he's so shocking low, my dear Sir, we must let him have wine and other things, or we'll lose him that way; and you see it's a mighty unpleasant case.' And coming into the hall, in a loud confident voice he cried--'And I'll be here again by half-past one o'clock.' And so he beckoned to the boy with his horse to come up, and chatted in the interim with Mr.Lowe upon the steps, and told him how to manage him if he grew exhausted over his narrative; and then mounting his nag, and kissing his hand and waving his hat to Mrs.Sturk, who was looking out upon him from Barney's window, he rode away for Dublin.
Toole, on reaching town, spurred on to the dingy residence of Mr.Luke Gamble.

It must be allowed that he had no clear intention of taking any step whatsoever in consequence of what he might hear.

But the little fellow was deuced curious; and Dirty Davy's confidence gave him a sort of right to be satisfied.
So with his whip under his arm, and a good deal out of breath, for the stairs were steep, he bounced into the attorney's sanctum.
'Who's _that?
Is_ that ?--Why, bless my soul and body! 'tis yourself,' cried Toole, after an astonished pause of a few seconds at the door, springing forward and grasping Nutter by both hands, and shaking them vehemently, and grinning very joyously and kindly the while.
Nutter received him cordially, but a little sheepishly.