"'No,' hiccuped he--'Bob--'twont--'twont--do. Close as green--green wax. Never te-tell profess-profess-professional secrets. Know her expec--hiccup--tances to a ten-ten-penny. So you are after--after--her? Ah, Bo-bob! She'll be a ca-catch--but not a wo-word from me. No--never. Bar-ney Pe-pulverfta-taft is game to the last. Never be-betrayed ye-your father. God rest his soul--he was a wo-worthy man.' "On this recollection of the merits of my sainted sire, the attorney wept; and in spite of all his professional determinations, whether the potency of the fluid or the memory of the deceased acted upon him, I got at the facts. Dosy had not more than a couple of hundred pounds in the world--her mother's property was an annuity which expired with herself; but her uncle, by the father's side, Mick Macnamara of Kawleash, had an estate of at least five hundred a-year, which, in case of his dying without issue, was to come to her--besides a power of money saved; Mick being one who, to use the elegant phraseology of my friend the attorney, would skin a flea for the sake of selling the hide. All this money, ten thousand pounds, or something equally musical, would in all probability go to Miss Dosy--the £500 a-year was hers by entail. Now, as her uncle was eighty-four years old, unmarried, and in the last stage of the palsy, it was a thing as sure as the bank, that Miss Dosy was a very rich heiress indeed. "'So--so,' said Six-and-Eightpence--'this--this--is strictly confiddle-confid-confiddledential. Do--do not say a word about it. I ought not to have to-told it--but, you do-dog, you wheedled it out of me. Da-dang it, I co-could not ref-refuse your father's son. You are ve-very like him--as I sa-saw him sitting many a ti-time in that cha-chair. But you nev-never will have his XXXX spu-spunk in a sho-shoot (suit). There, the lands of XXXXXXXXXXX Arry-arry-arry-bally-bally-be-beg-clock-clough-macde-de-duagh--confound the wo-word--of Arryballybegcloughmacduagh, the finest be-bog in the co-country--are ye-yours--but you haven't spu-spunk to go into Cha-chancery for it, like your worthy fa-father, Go-god rest his soul. Blow out that se-second ca-candle, Bo-bob, for I hate waste.' "'There's but one in the room, Barney,' said I. "'You mean to say,' hiccuped he, 'that I am te-te-tipsy? Well, well, ye-young fe-fellows, well, I am their je-joke. However, as the je-jug is out, you must be je-jogging. Early to bed, and early to rise, is the way to be----. However, le-lend me your arm up the sta-stairs, for they are very slip-slippery to-night.'