“I hold here a letter from Mr. Hankes,” said his Lordship, pompously, and in a tone that was meant to recall Mr. Driscoll from the personal narrative he had entered upon with such evident self-satisfaction. “He mentions you as one likely--that is to say--one in a position--a person, in fact--” “Yes, my Lord, yes,” interrupted Terry, with a grin of unbounded acquiescence. “And adds,” continued his Lordship, “your desire to communicate personally with myself.” The words were very few and not very remarkable, and yet Lord Glengariff contrived to throw into them an amount of significance really great. They seemed to say, “Bethink thee well, Terry Driscoll, of the good fortune that this day has befallen thee. Thy boldness has been crowned with success, and there thou sittest now, being the poor worm that thou art, in converse with one who wears a coronet.” And so, indeed, in all abject humility, did Mr. Driscoll appear to feel the situation. He drew his feet closer together, and stole his hands up the wide sleeves of his coat, as though endeavoring to diminish, as far as might be, his corporeal presence. His Lordship saw that enough had been done for subjection, and blandly added, “And I could have no objection to the interview; none whatever.” “It's too good you are, my Lord; too good and too gracious to the like of me,” said Terry, barely raising his eyes to throw a glance of mingled shame and drollery on his Lordship; “but I come by rayson of what Mr. Hankes tould me, that it was a trifle of a loan,--a small matter of money your Lordship was wantin' just at this moment.” “I prefer doing these kind of things through my solicitors. I know nothing of business, sir, absolutely nothing,” said his Lordship, haughtily. “The present case, however, might form an exception. The sum I require is, as you justly remark, a mere trifle, and the occasion is not worthy of legal interference.” “Yes, my Lord,” chimed in Driscoll, who had a most provoking habit of employing the affirmative in all situations. “I suppose he mentioned to you the amount?” asked his Lordship, quickly. “No, indeed, my Lord; all he said was, 'Terry,' says he, 'go over to Bilton's Hotel with this note, and ask for Lord Glengariff. He wants a little ready cash,' says he, 'and I tould him you 're a likely man to get it for him. It's too small a matter for us here,' says he, 'to be bothered about.'” “He had n't the insolence to make use of these words towards _me!_” said Lord Glengariff, growing almost purple with passion. “Faix, I 'm afeard he had, my Lord,” said Terry, looking down; “but I 'm sure he never meant any harm in it; 't was only as much as to say, 'There, Terry, there 's something for _you_; you 're a poor strugglin' man, and are well plazed to turn a penny in a small way. If you can accommodate my Lord there,' says he, 'he 'll not forget it to you.'”