"
"Not he," said his mother, in the tone of one who was half angry at him
on that very account, "he'll bear nothing."
"D--n it, to tell that vulgar bumpkin, Cavanagh, I suppose in a state
of maudlin drunkenness, that he would make me marry his daughter--to
oblige, him!--contempt could go no further; it was making a complete
cipher of me."
"Ay, but I'm disturbed about what he said going out, Hycy. I don't
half like the face he had on him when he said it; and when he comes to
discover other things, too, money matthers--there will be no keepin the
house wid him."
"I fear as much," said Hycy; "however, we must only play our cards as
well as we can; he is an impracticable man, no doubt of it, and it is a
sad thing that a young fellow of spirit should be depending on such a--
"'Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
How can you bloom so fresh and fair,
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care, &c., &c.
"Well, well--I do not relish that last hint certainly, and if other
projects should fail, why, as touching the fair Katsey, it might not
be impossible that--however, time will develop. She is a fine girl, a
magnificent creature, no doubt of it, still, most maternal relative, as
I said, time will develop--by the way, Mrs. M'Mahon, the clodhopper's
mother, is to be interred to-morrow, and I suppose you and 'the
gentleman' will attend the funeral.
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