everything about the place--for three hundred pounds?"

"Not unless you like it, you ain't, Mr Lynch; but I'll tell you
this--if you can do so, and do do so, it'll be the best bargain you
ever made:--mind, one-half of it all belongs to your sisther."

Barry muttered an oath through his ground teeth; he would have liked to
scratch the ashes of his father from their resting-place, and wreak his
vengeance on them, whenever this degrading fact was named to him.

"But I want the money, Daly," said he: "I couldn't get afloat unless I
had more than that: I couldn't pay your bill, you know, unless I got a
higher figure down than that. Come, Daly, you must do something for me;
you must do something, you know, to earn the fees," and he tried to
look facetious, by giving a wretched ghastly grin.

"My bill won't be a long one, Mr Lynch, and you may be shure I'm trying
to make it as short as I can. And as for earning it, whatever you may
think, I can assure you I shall never have got money harder. I've now
given you my best advice; if your mind's not yet made up, perhaps
you'll have the goodness to let me hear from you when it is?" and Daly
walked from the fire towards the door, and placed his hand upon the
handle of it.

This was a hint which Barry couldn't misunderstand. "Well, I'll write
to you," he said, and passed through the door. He felt, however, that
it was useless to attempt to trust himself to his own judgment, and he
turned back, as Daly passed into his office--"Daly," he said, "step out
one minute: I won't keep you a second." The attorney unwillingly lifted
up the counter, and came out to him. "Manage it your own way," said