"
"Thank you, sir," replied Bryan, with an air of deep dejection, "but I
am sorry to say it is now too late--I am done with the country, and with
those that misrepresented me, for ever."
Chevydale looked at him with deep attention for a moment, then whispered
something to Vanston, who smiled, and nodded his head approvingly.
Jemmy Burke now prepared to go. "Good mornin', gintlemen," he said, "I
am glad to see the honest name cleared and set right, as it ought to be;
but as for myself, I lave you wid a heavy--wid a breakin' heart."
As he disappeared at the door, Hycy rushed after him, exclaiming,
"Father, listen to me--don't go yet till you hear my defence. I will go
and fetch him back," he exclaimed--"he must hear what I have to say for
myself."
He overtook his father at the bottom of the hall steps. "Give me a
hundred pounds," said he, "and you will never see my face again."
"There is two hundre'," said his father; "I expected this. Your mother
confessed all to me this mornin', bekaise she knew it would come out
here, I suppose. Go now, for undher my roof you'll never come again. If
you can--reform your life--an' live at all events, as if there was a God
above you. Before you go answer me;--what made you bring in Bat Hogan
to rob me?"
"Simply," replied his son, "because I wished to make him and them feel
that I had them in my power--and now you have it.
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