I am pretty sure, however, that he did not get a shilling.

So at least he stated in his declaration, in the action against Lowe, in which he, or rather his attorney, was nonsuited, with grievous loss of costs.
And judging by the sort of esteem in which Mr.Dangerfield held Black Dillon, I fancy that few things would have pleased him better in his unfortunate situation than hitting that able practitioner as hard as might be.
Just as he drove away, poor little Mrs.Sturk looked in.
'Is there anything, Ma'am ?' asked Toole, a little uneasily.
'Only--only, I think he's just a little frightened--he's so nervous you know--by that Dublin doctor's loud talking--and he's got a kind of trembling--a shivering.' 'Eh--a shivering, Ma'am ?' said Toole.

'Like a man that's taken a cold, eh ?' 'Oh, he hasn't got cold--I'm sure--there's no danger of that.

It's only nervous; so I covered him up with another pair of blankets, and gave him a hot drink.' 'Very good, Ma'am; I'll follow you up in a minute.' 'And even if it was, you know he shakes off cold in no time, he has such a fine constitution.' 'Yes, Ma'am--that's true--very good, Ma'am.

I'll be after you.' So up stairs went Mrs.Sturk in a fuss.
'That's it,' said Toole so soon as they were alone, nodding two or three times dejectedly, and looking very glum.