"Anty," said Martin, making great haste to speak, before Daly could
commence, and then checking himself as he remembered that he shouldn't
have ventured on the familiarity of calling her by her Christian name
in Daly's presence--"Miss Lynch, I mane--as Mr Daly here has come all
the way from Tuam on purpose to spake to you, it wouldn't perhaps be
manners in you to let him go back without hearing him. But remember,
whatever your brother says, or whatever Mr Daly says for him--and it's
all--one you're still your own mistress, free to act and to spake, to
come and to go; and that neither the one nor the other can hurt you, or
mother, or me, nor anybody belonging to us."

"God knows," said Daly, "I want to have no hand in hurting any of you;
but, to tell the truth, Martin, it would be well for Miss Lynch to have
a better adviser than you or she may get herself, and, what she'll
think more of, she'll get her friends--maning you, Mrs Kelly, and your
family--into a heap of throubles."

"Oh, God forbid, thin!" exclaimed Anty.

"Niver mind us, Mr Daly," said the widow. "The Kellys was always able
to hould their own; thanks be to glory."

"Well, I've said my say, Mr Daly," said Martin, "and now do you say
your'n: as for throubles, we've all enough of thim; but your own must
have been bad, when you undhertook this sort of job for Barry Lynch."

"Mind yourself, Martin, as I told you before, and you'll about have
enough to do.--Miss Lynch, I've been instructed by your brother to draw
up an indictment against Mrs Kelly and Mr Kelly, charging them with