“Mother,” said he, “unless we can manage that old peer and his niece, I am a lost man.” “Do not be uneasy,” replied his mother; “whilst you were at Ballyspellan I contrived to manage that. Ask me nothing about it; but every arrangement is made, and you are to be married this day week. Keep yourself prepared for a settled case.” What the mother's arguments in behalf of the match may have been, we cannot pretend to say. We believe that Miss Riddle's attachment to his handsome person and gentlemanly manners overcame all objections on the part of her uncle, and nothing now remained to stand in the way of their union. The next day Barney Casey waited upon Greatrakes, according to appointment, when the following conversation took place between them:-- “Now,” said Greatrakes, solemnly, “what is your name?” As he put the question with a stern and magisterial air, his tablets and pencil in hand, which he did with the intention of awing Barney into a full confession of the exact truth--a precaution which Barney's romance of the windy colic induced him to take,--“I say,” he repeated, “what's your name?” Barney, seeing the pencil and tablets in hand, and besides not being much, or at all, acquainted with magisterial investigations, felt rather blank, and somewhat puzzled at this query. He accordingly resorted to the usage of the country, and commenced scratching a rather round bullet head. “My name, your honor,” he replied; “my name, couldn't you pass that by, sir?” “No,” said Greatrakes, “I cannot pass it by. In this business it is essential that I should know it.” “Ay,” replied Barney, “but maybe you have some treacherous design in it, and that you are goin' to take the part of the wealthy scoundrel against the poor man; and even if you did, you wouldn't be the first magistrate who did it.” Greatrakes looked keenly at him. The observation he expressed was precisely in accordance with the liberality of his own feelings. “Don't be alarmed,” he added; “if you knew my character, which it is evident you do not, you would know that I never take the part of the rich man against the poor man, unless when there is justice on the part of the wealthy man, and crime, unjustifiable and cruel crime, on the part of the poor man, which, I am sorry to say, is not an unfrequent case. Now, I must insist, as a magistrate, that you give me your name.” “Well, then,” replied the other, “I'm one Barney Casey, sir, who lives in Rathfillan House, as a servant to Mr. Lindsay, step-father to that murtherin' blackguard.” Greatrakes then examined him closely, and made him promise to come to Rathfillan that night, in order that he might accompany him to the hut of old Sol Donnel, the herbalist. “I am resolved,” said he, “to investigate this matter, and in my capacity of a magistrate to bring the guilty to justice.”