urage, and answered.

"Well, Mr. Frank, that is, your lordship, I mane--I b'lieve I might do
worse."

"Body and soul, man!" exclaimed the other, jumping from his recumbent
position on the sofa, "You don't mean to tell me you're going to marry
Anty Lynch?"

"In course not," answered Martin; "av' your lordship objects."

"Object, man!--How the devil can I object? Why, she's six hundred a
year, hasn't she?"

"About four, my lord, I think's nearest the mark."

"Four hundred a year! And I don't suppose you owe a penny in the
world!"

"Not much unless the last gale [10] to your lordship and we never pay
that till next May."

[FOOTNOTE 10: gale--rent payment. Gale day was the day on which
rent was due.]

"And so you're going to marry Anty Lynch!" again repeated Frank, as
though he couldn't bring himself to realise the idea; "and now, Martin,
tell me all about it,--how the devil you managed it--when it's to come
off--and how you and Barry mean to hit it off together when you're
brothers. I suppose I'll lose a good tenant any way?"

"Not av' I'm a good one, you won't, with my consent, my lord."

"Ah! but it'll be Anty's consent, now, you know. She mayn't like
Toneroe. But tell me all about it. What put it into your head?"

"Why, my lord, you run away so fast; one can't tell you anything. I
didn't say I was going to marry her--at laist, not for certain;--I only
said I might do worse."

"Well then; are you going to marry her, or rather, is she going to
marry you, or is she not?"

"Why, I don't know. I'll tell your lordship just how it is. You know
when old Sim died, my lord?"

"Of course I do. Why, I was at Kelly's Court at the time."

"So you were, my lord; I was forgetting. But you went away again
immediately, and didn't hear how Barry tried to come round his sisther,
when he heard how the will went; and how he tried to break the will and
to chouse her out of the money."

"Why, this is the very man you wouldn't let me call a rogue, a minute
or two ago!"

"Ah, my lord! that was just before sthrangers; besides, it's no use
calling one's own people bad names. Not that he belongs to me yet, and
may-be never will. But, between you and I, he is a rogue, and his
father's son every inch of him."

"Well, Martin, I'll remember. I'll not abuse him when he's your
brother-in-law. But how did you get round the sister?--That's the
question."

"Well, my lord, I'll tell you. You know there was