conspiracy to get possession of your fortune."

"A what!" shouted the widow, jumping up from her chair--"to rob Anty
Lynch of her fortune! I'd have you to know, Mr Daly, I wouldn't demane
myself to rob the best gentleman in Connaught, let alone a poor
unprotected young woman, whom I've--"

"Whist, mother--go asy," said Martin. "I tould you that that was what
war in the paper he gave me; he'll give you another, telling you all
about it just this minute."

"Well, the born ruffian! Does he dare to accuse me of wishing to rob
his sister! Now, Mr Daly, av' the blessed thruth is in you this minute,
don't your own heart know who it is, is most likely to rob Anty
Lynch?--Isn't it Barry Lynch himself is thrying to rob his own sisther
this minute? ay, and he'd murdher her too, only the heart within him
isn't sthrong enough."

"Ah, mother! don't be saying such things," said Martin; "what business
is that of our'n? Let Barry send what messages he plazes; I tell you
it's all moonshine; he can't hurt the hair of your head, nor Anty's
neither. Go asy, and let Mr Daly say what he has to say, and have done
with it."

"It's asy to say 'go asy'--but who's to sit still and be tould sich
things as that? Rob Anty Lynch indeed!"

"If you'll let me finish what I have to say, Mrs Kelly, I think you'll
find it betther for the whole of us," said Daly.