time really angry with Daly--"not so poor, Mr Daly, as to do dirthy
work for anyone. I wish I could say as much this day for your mother's
son! Poor people, indeed! I suppose, now, you wouldn't call Barry Lynch
one of your poor people; but in my mind he's the poorest crature living
this day in county Galway. Av' you've done now, Mr Daly, you've my lave
to be walking; and the less you let the poor Kellys see of you, from
this time out, the betther."

When Anty's sobs commenced, Martin had gone over to her to comfort her,
"Ah, Anty, dear," he whispered to her, "shure you'd not be minding what
such a fellow as he'd be saying to you?--shure he's jist paid for all
this--he's only sent here by Barry to thry and frighten you,"--but
it was of no avail: Daly had succeeded at any rate in making her
miserable, and it was past the power of Martin's eloquence to undo what
the attorney had done.

"Well, Mr Daly," he said, turning round sharply, "I suppose you have
done here now, and the sooner you turn your back on this place the
betther--An' you may take this along with you. Av' you think you've
frightened my mother or me, you're very much mistaken."

"Yes," said Daly, "I have done now, and I am sorry my business has been
so unpleasant. Your mother, Martin, had betther not disregard that
notice. Good morning, Miss Lynch: good morning, Mrs Kelly; good
morning, Martin;" and Daly took up his hat, and left the room.

"Good morning to you, Mr Daly," said Martin: "as I've said before, I'm
sorry to see you've taken to this line of business."

As soon as the attorney was gone, both Martin and his mother attempted