“Maybe your honor would rather go to-morrow? or maybe you 'd like the Major to come up here himself, and speak to you?” “Once for all, I tell you, No! Is that plain? No! And I may add, my good fellow, that if you knew me a little better, you 'd not tender me any advice I did not ask for.” “And why would I? Would n't I be a baste if I did?” “I think so,” said Conyers, dryly, and turned away. He was out of temper with everything and everybody,--the doctor, and his abject manner; Tom, and his roughness; Darby, and his roguish air of self-satisfied craftiness; all, for the moment, displeased and offended him. “I 'll leave the place to-morrow; I 'm not sure I shall not go to-night D'ye hear?” Darby bowed respectfully. “I suppose I can reach some spot, by boat, where a carriage can be had?” “By coorse, your honor. At Hunt's Mills, or Shibna-brack, you 'll get a car easy enough. I won't say it will be an elegant convaniency, but a good horse will rowl you along into Thomastown, where you can change for a shay.” Strange enough, this very facility of escape annoyed him. Had Darby only told him that there were all manner of difficulties to getting away,--that there were shallows in the river, or a landslip across the road,--he would have addressed himself to overcome the obstacles like a man; but to hear that the course was open, that any one might take it, was intolerable. “I suppose, your honor, I 'd better get the boat ready, at all events?” “Yes, certainly,--that is, not till I give further orders. I 'm the only stranger here, and I can't imagine there can be much difficulty in having a boat at any hour. Leave me, my good fellow; you only worry me. Go!” And Darby moved away, revolving within himself the curious problem, that if, having plenty of money enlarged a man's means of enjoyment, it was strange how little effect it produced upon his manners. As for Conyers, he stood moodily gazing on the river, over whose placid surface a few heavy raindrops were just falling; great clouds, too, rolled heavily over the hillsides, and gathered into ominous-looking masses over the stream, while a low moaning sound of very far-off thunder foretold a storm.