“It's only the demesne, my Lord,” said some one near; “it's not the estate is sold.” “I know it, sir; but the demesne contains eight hundred acres, fully wooded, and enclosed by a wall.--Who is it for, Dunn?” asked he, turning to that gentleman. “In trust, my Lord,” was the reply. “Of that I am aware, sir; you have said as much to the Court.” Dunn bent over, and whispered some words in his ear. “Indeed!” exclaimed the other, with evident astonishment; “and intending to reside?” added he. “Eventually, I expect so,” said Dunn, cautiously, as others were now attending to the conversation. Again Lord Glengariff spoke; but, ere he had finished, a strange movement of confusion in the body of the Court interrupted him, while a voice hoarse with passionate meaning cried out, “Is the robbery over?--is it done?” and a large, powerful man, his face flushed, and his eyes glaring wildly, advanced through the crowd to the railing beneath the bench. His waistcoat was open, and he held his cravat in one hand, having torn it off in the violence of his excitement. “Who is this man?” asked the Commissioner, sternly. “I'll tell you who I am,--Paul Kellett, of Kellett's Court, the owner of that house and estate you and your rascally miscreants have just stolen from me,--ay, stolen is the word; law or justice have nothing to do with it. Your Parliament made it law, to be sure, to pamper your Manchester upstarts who want to turn gentlemen--” “Does any one know him?--has he no friends who will look after him?” said the Commissioner, leaning over and addressing those beneath in a subdued voice. “Devil a friend in the world! It's few friends stick to the man whose property comes here. But don't make me out mad. I 'm in my full senses, though I had enough to turn fifty men to madness.” “I know him, my Lord; with the permission of the Court, I 'll take charge of him,” said Dunn, in a tone so low as to be audible only to a few. Kellett, however, was one of them, and he immediately cried out,-- “Take charge of me! Ay, that he will. He took charge of my estate, too, and he 'll do by _me_ what he did with the property,--give a bargain of me!” A hearty burst of laughter filled the hall at this sally; for Dunn was one of those men whose prosperity always warrants the indulgence of a sarcasm. The Court, however, could no longer brook the indecorous interruption, and sternly ordered that Kellett might be removed. “My dear Mr. Kellett, pray remember yourself; only recollect where you are; such conduct will only expose you--” “Expose me! do you think I've any shame left in me? Do you think, when a man is turned out to starve on the roads, that he cares much what people say of him?” “This interruption is intolerable,” said the Commissioner. “If he be not speedily removed, I 'll order him into the custody of the police.” “Do, in God's name,” cried Kellett, calmly. “Anything that will keep me from laying hands on myself, or somebody else, will be a charity.”