If you feed him up he'll die of inflammation; and if you don't he'll die of wakeness.

So he lies on the fatal horns of a dilemma, you see; an' not all the men in Derry'll take him off them alive.

He's gone, Sir.

Pell's coming, I hear.
I'd wait if I could; but I must look afther business; and there's no good to be done here.

I thank you, Mr.Lowe--Sir--your most obedient servant, Doctor Toole.' And with Lowe's note in his breeches' pocket, he strode out to the steps, and whistled for his coachman, who drove his respectable employer tipsily to his destination.
I dare say the interview was characteristic; but I can find no account of it.