far do you propose that I am
to bear you company?"

"Only till we are beyond the danger of being overheard," said Tiernay,
turning round. "Here will do perfectly. You will doubtless say, sir,
that in asking you for an explanation of why I see you in this cottage,
that I am exceeding the bounds of what right and duty alone impose."

"You anticipate me precisely," said Linton, sarcastically, "and to save
you the embarrassment of so obviously impertinent a proceeding, I beg to
say that I shall neither afford you the slightest satisfaction on this
or any other subject of inquiry. Now, sir, what next?"

"Do you forget the occasion of our first meeting?" said the doctor, who
actually was abashed beneath the practised effrontery of his adversary.

"Not in the least, sir. You permitted yourself on that occasion to take
a liberty, which from your age and other circumstances I consented to
pass unnoticed. I shall not always vouch for the same patient endurance
on my part; and so pray be cautious how you provoke it."

"It was at that meeting," said the doctor, with passionate earnestness,
"that I heard you endeavor to dissuade your friend from a favorable
consideration of that man's claim, whose hospitality you now accept of.
It was with an insolent sneer at Mr. Cashers simplicity--"

"Pray stop, sir; not too far, I beseech you. The whole affair, into
which by some extraordinary self-delusion you consider yourself
privileged to obtrude, is very simple. This cottage and the grounds
appertaining to it are mine. This old gentleman, for whom I entertain
the highest respect, is _my_ tenant. The legal proof of what I say,
I promise to submit to you within the week; and it was to rescue Mr.
Cashel from the inconsistency of pledging himself to what was beyond his
powers of performance, that I interfered. _Your_ very ill-advised zeal
prevented this; and rather than increase the awkwardness of a painful
situation, I endured a very unprovoked and impertinent remark. Now, sir,
you have the full explanation of my conduct, and my opinion of yours;
and I see no reason to continue the interview." So saying, Linton
touched his hat and turned back towards the cottage.

CHAPTER XXV. TUBBERMORE TRANSFORMED.

Ay, sir, the knave is a deep one.

Old Play.

To save our reader the tedious task of following Mr. Linton's movements,
however necessary to our story some insight into them may be, we take
the shorter, and therefore