n her part.

But it was on this condition, Lord Colambre said, he must insist.
Without this condition was granted, he would not engage to do anything.

'Well, we must only see how it will be when she comes to town; she will
come up from Buxton the day you're of age to sign some papers,' said
Lord Clonbrony; 'but,' added he, with a very dejected look and voice,
'if all's to depend on my Lady Clonbrony's consenting to return to
Ireland, I'm as far from all hope of being at ease as ever.'

'Upon my conscience, we're all at sea again,' said Sir Terence.

Lord Colambre was silent: but in his silence there was such an air
of firmness, that both Lord Clonbrony and Sir Terence were convinced
entreaties would on this point be fruitless--Lord Clonbrony sighed
deeply.

'But when it's ruin or safety, and her husband and all belonging to her
at stake, the woman can't persist in being a mule,' said Sir Terence.

'Of whom are you talking?' said Lord Colambre.

'Of whom? Oh, I beg your lordship's pardon--I thought I was talking
to my lord; but, in other words, as you are her son, I'm persuaded her
ladyship, your mother, will prove herself a reasonable woman--when she
sees she can't help it. So, my Lord Clonbrony, cheer up; a great deal
may be done by the fear of Mordicai, and an execution, especially now
the prior creditor. Since there's no reserve between you and I now,
my Lord Colambre,' said Sir Terence, 'I must tell you all, and how we
shambled on those months while you were in Ireland. First, Mordicai went
to law, to prove I was in a conspiracy with your father, pretending to
be prior creditor, to keep him off and out of his own; which, after a
world of swearing and law---law always takes time to do justice, that's
one comfort--the villain proved at last to be true enough, and so cast
us; and I was forced to be paid off last week. So there's no prior
creditor, or any shield of pretence that way. Then his execution was
coming down upon us, and nothing to stay it till I thought of a monthly
annuity to Mordicai, in the shape of a wager. So, the morning after he
cast us, I went to him: "Mr. Mordicai," says I, "you must be PLASED to
see a man you've beaten so handsomely; and though I'm sore, both for
myself and my friend, yet you see I can laugh still; though an execution
is no laughing matter, and I'm sinsible you've one in petto in your
sleeve for my friend Lord Clonbrony. But I'll lay you a wager of a
hundred guineas in paper