“'Indeed you ought,' said my grandfather. 'I 'm Dodd and Dempsey, and by the same token there's a little bet between us, and I 'd like to know who won and who lost.' “'I think there's small doubt about that,' said the captain. 'Did n't his Grace borrow twenty thousand of you?' “'He did, no doubt of it.' “'And was n't it _my_ doing?' “'Upon my conscience, I can't deny it.' “'Well, then, I won the wager, that's clear.' “'Oh! I see now,' said my grandfather; 'that was the wager, was it? Oh, bedad! I think you might have given me odds, if that was our bet.' “'Why, what did you think it was?' “'Oh, nothing at all, sir. It's no matter now; it was another thing was passing in my mind. I was hoping to have the honor of making his acquaintance, nattered as I was by all you told me about him.' “'Ah! that's difficult, I confess,' said the captain; 'but still one might do something. He wants a little money just now. If you could make interest to be the lender, I would n't say that what you suggest is impossible.' “Well, ma'am, it was just as it happened before; the old story,--more parchment, more comparing of deeds, a heavy check on the bank for the amount. “When it was all done, M'Claverty came in one morning and in plain clothes to my grandfather's back office. “'Dodd and Dempsey,' said he, 'I 've been thinking over your business, and I'll tell you what my plan is. Old Vereker, the chamberlain, is little better than a beast, thinks nothing of anybody that is n't a lord or a viscount, and, in fact, if he had his will, the Lodge in the Phoenix would be more like Pekin in Tartary than anything else? but I 'll tell you, if he won't present you at the levee, which he flatly refuses at present, I 'll do the thing in a way of my own. His Grace is going to spend a week up at Ballyriggan House, in the county of Wicklow, and I 'll contrive it, when he 's taking his morning walk through the shrubbery, to present you. All you 've to do is to be ready at a turn of the walk. I 'll show you the place, you 'll hear his foot on the gravel, and you 'll slip out, just this way. Leave the rest to me.' “'It's beautiful,' said my grandfather. 'Begad, that's elegant.' “'There 's one difficulty,' said M'Claverty,--'one infernal difficulty.' “'What's that?' asked my grandfather. “'I may be obliged to be out of the way. I lost five fifties at Daly's the other night, and I may have to cross the water for a few weeks.' “'Don't let that trouble you,' said my grandfather; 'there's the paper.' And he put the little bit of music into his hand; and sure enough a pleasanter sound than the same crisp squeak of a new note no man ever listened to. “'It 's agreed upon now?' said my grandfather. “'All right,' said M'Claverty; and with a jolly slap on the shoulder, he said, 'Good-morning, D. and D. and away he went.