"Go on thin, and be quick with it; but don't talk to dacent people
about robbers any more. Robbers indeed! they're not far to fitch; and
black robbers too, glory be to God."

"Your brother, Miss Lynch, is determined to bring this matter before a
jury at the assizes, for the sake of protecting you and your property."

"Protecthing Anty Lynch!--is it Barry? The Holy Virgin defind her from
sich prothection! a broken head the first moment the dhrink makes his
heart sthrong enough to sthrike her!"

"Ah, mother! you're a fool," exclaimed Martin: "why can't you let the
man go on?--ain't he paid for saying it? Well, Mr Daly, begorra I pity
you, to have such things on your tongue; but go on, go on, and finish
it."

"Your brother conceives this to be his duty," continued Daly, rather
bothered by the manner in which he had to make his communication, "and
it is a duty which he is determined to go through with."

"Duty!" said the widow, with a twist of her nose, and giving almost a
whistle through her lips, in a manner which very plainly declared the
contempt she felt for Barry's ideas of duty.

"With this object," continued Daly, "I have already handed to Martin
Kelly a notice of what your brother means to do; and I have another
notice prepared in my pocket for his mother. The next step will be to
swear the informations before a magistrate, and get the committals made
out; Mrs Kelly and her son will then have to give bail for their
appearance at the assizes."