t, when my lady came in to
breakfast, and she started as if it had been a ghost; as well she might,
when she saw Sir Condy writing at this unseasonable hour.

'That will do very well, Thady,' says he to me, and took the paper I had
signed to, without knowing what upon the earth it might be, out of my
hands, and walked, folding it up, to my lady.

'You are concerned in this, my Lady Rackrent,' said he, putting it into
her hands; 'and I beg you'll keep this memorandum safe, and show it to
your friends the first thing you do when you get home; but put it in
your pocket now, my dear, and let us eat our breakfast, in God's name.'

'What is all this?' said my lady, opening the paper in great curiosity.

'It's only a bit of a memorandum of what I think becomes me to do
whenever I am able,' says my master; 'you know my situation, tied hand
and foot at the present time being, but that can't last always, and when
I'm dead and gone the land will be to the good, Thady, you know; and
take notice it's my intention your lady should have a clear five hundred
a year jointure out the estate afore any of my debts are paid.' 'Oh,
please your honour,' says I, 'I can't expect to live to see that time,
being now upwards of fourscore years of age, and you a young man, and
likely to continue so, by the help of God.'

I was vexed to see my lady so insensible too, for all she said was,
'This is very genteel of you, Sir Condy. You need not wait any longer,
Thady.' So I just picked up the pen and ink that had tumbled on the
floor, and heard my master finish with saying, 'You behaved very genteel
to me, my dear, when you threw all the little you had in your power
along with yourself into my hands; and as I don't deny but what you may
have had some things to complain of,'--to be sure he was thinking then
of Judy, or of the whisky-punch, one or t'other, or both,--'and as I
don't deny but you may have had something to complain of, my dear, it is
but fair you should have something in the form of compensation to look
forward to agreeably in future; besides, it's an act of justice to
myself, that none of your friends, my dear, may ever have it to say
against me, I married for money, and not for love.'

'That is the last thing I should ever have thought of saying of you, Sir
Condy,' said my lady, looking very gracious.

'Then, my dear,' said Sir Condy, 'we shall part as good friends as we
met; so all's right.'

I was greatly rejoiced to hear this,