reditor, extremely ill to do such a thing
without consulting him, and against his knowledge and consent. To all
which Sir Condy had nothing to reply, but that, upon his conscience, it
was in a hurry and without a moment's thought on his part, and he was
very sorry for it, but if it was to do over again he would do the same;
and he appealed to me, and I was ready to give my evidence, if that
would do, to the truth of all he said.

So Jason with much ado was brought to agree to a compromise.

'The purchaser that I have ready,' says he, 'will be much displeased, to
be sure, at the encumbrance on the land, but I must see and manage him.
Here's a deed ready drawn up; we have nothing to do but to put in the
consideration money and our names to it.'

'And how much am I going to sell!--the lands of O'Shaughlin's Town, and
the lands of Gruneaghoolaghan, and the lands of Crookagnawaturgh,' says
he, just reading to himself. 'And--oh, murder, Jason! sure you won't put
this in--the castle, stable, and appurtenances of Castle Rackrent?'

'Oh, murder!' says I, clapping my hands; 'this is too bad, Jason.'

'Why so?' said Jason. 'When it's all, and a great deal more to the back
of it, lawfully mine, was I to push for it.'

'Look at him,' says I, pointing to Sir Condy, who was just leaning back
in his arm-chair, with his arms falling beside him like one stupefied;
'is it you, Jason, that can stand in his presence, and recollect all he
has been to us, and all we have been to him, and yet use him so at the
last?'

'Who will you find to use him better, I ask you?' said Jason; 'if he can
get a better purchaser, I'm content; I only offer to purchase, to make
things easy, and oblige him; though I don't see what compliment I am
under, if you come to that. I have never had, asked, or charged more
than sixpence in the pound, receiver's fees, and where would he have got
an agent for a penny less?'

'Oh, Jason! Jason! how will you stand to this in the face of the county,
and all who know you?' says I; 'and what will people think and say when
they see you living here in Castle Rackrent, and the lawful owner turned
out of the seat of his ancestors, without a cabin to put his head into,
or so much as a potato to eat?'

Jason, whilst I was saying this, and a great deal more, made me signs,
and winks, and frowns; but I took no heed, for I was grieved and sick at
heart for my poor master, and couldn't but speak.

'Here's the punch,' says Jason