"Besides," said Martin, "I know Anty would wish to see him: he is her
brother; and there's only the two of 'em."

"Between you be it," said the widow; "I tell you I don't like it. You
neither of you know Barry Lynch, as well as I do; he'd smother her av
it come into his head."

"Ah, mother, nonsense now; hould your tongue; you don't know what
you're saying."

"Well; didn't he try to do as bad before?"

"It wouldn't do, I tell you," continued Martin, "not to let him see
her; that is, av Anty wishes it."

It ended in the widow being sent into Anty's room, to ask her whether
she had any message to send to her brother. The poor girl knew how ill
she was, and expected her death; and when the widow told her that
Doctor Colligan was going to call on her brother, she said that she
hoped she should see Barry once more before all was over.

"Mother," said Martin, as soon as the Doctor's back was turned, "you'll
get yourself in a scrape av you go on saying such things as that about
folk before strangers."

"Is it about Barry?"

"Yes; about Barry. How do you know Colligan won't be repating all them
things to him?"