“May-be he’ll want that, too, and I’ve no doubt you can recommend one. But at present he wants a lawyer; and, as I have none of my own, I think Forrest would serve his turn.” “I’ve always found Mr Forrest ready to do anything in the way of his profession—for money.” “No, but—he’d draw up a deed, wouldn’t he, Blake? It’s a sort of a marriage settlement.” “Oh, he’s quite at home at that work! He drew up five, for my five sisters, and thereby ruined my father’s property, and my prospects.” “Well, he’d see me to-morrow, wouldn’t he?” said Lord Ballindine. “Of course he would. But mind, we’re to be off early. We ought to be at the Curragh, by three.” “I suppose I could see him at ten?” said his lordship. It was then settled that Blake should write a line to the lawyer, informing him that Lord Ballindine wished to see him, at his office, at ten o’clock the next morning; it was also agreed that Martin should meet him there at that hour; and Kelly took his leave, much relieved on the subject nearest his heart. “Well, Frank,” said Blake, as soon as the door was closed, “and have you got the money you wanted?” “Indeed I’ve not, then.” “And why not? If your protégé is going to elope with an heiress, he ought to have money at command.” “And so he will, and it’ll be a great temptation to me to know where I can get it so easily. But he was telling me all about this woman before I thought of my own concerns—and I didn’t like to be talking to him of what I wanted myself, when he’d been asking a favour of me. It would be too much like looking for payment.” “There, you’re wrong; fair barter is the truest and honestest system, all the world over.—‘Ca me, ca thee,’ as the Scotch call it, is the best system to go by. I never do, or ask, _a favour_; that is, for whatever I do, I expect a return; and for whatever I get, I intend to make one.” “I’ll get the money from Guinness. After all, that’ll be the best, and as you say, the cheapest.” “There you’re right. His business is to lend money, and he’ll lend it you as long as you’ve means to repay it; and I’m sure no Connaught man will do more—that is, if I know them.” “I suppose he will, but heaven only knows how long that’ll be!” and the young lord threw himself back on the sofa, as if he thought a little meditation would do him good. However, very little seemed to do for him, for he soon roused himself, and said, “I wonder how the devil, Dot, you do without borrowing? My income’s larger than yours, bad as it is; I’ve only three horses in training, and you’ve, I suppose, above a dozen; and, take the year through, I don’t entertain half the fellows at Kelly’s Court that you do at Handicap Lodge; and yet, I never hear of your borrowing money.” “There’s many reasons for that. In the first place, I haven’t an estate; in the second, I haven’t a mother; in the third, I haven’t a pack of hounds; in the fourth, I haven’t a title; and, in the fifth, no one would lend me money, if I asked it.”