Fethertonge, do you in the mane time see that a lease
is prepared for M'Mahon; an' see, at all events, that my wishes shall be
carried into effect.' Sich was his last words to me, but he was a corpse
on the next day but one afterwards."
"It's jist as good," they exclaimed with one voice; "for what is
betther, or what can be betther than _the word of an Irish gentleman?_"
"What ought to be betther, at all events?" said Bryan. "Well, father, so
far everything is right, for there is no doubt but his son will fulfil
his words--Mr. Fethertonge himself isn't the thing; but I don't see why
he should be our enemy. We always stood well with the ould man, an' I
hope will with the son. Come, mother, move the bottle again--there's
another round in it still; an' as everything looks so well and our mind
is aisy, we'll see it to the bottom."
The conversation was again resumed, questions were once more asked
concerning the sights and sounds of Dublin, of which one would imagine
they could scarcely ever hear enough, until the evening was tolerably
far advanced, when the neighbors withdrew to their respective homes, and
left M'Mahon and his family altogether to themselves.
Peety, now that the joy and gratulation for the return of their
father had somewhat subsided, lost no time in delivering Hycy Burke's
communication into the hands of Bryan.
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