"Ah! Mr. Macdermot, how do you do--how d'ye do? I'm glad to see you--very glad to see you--looking so well too. Why, what a time it is since I last had the pleasure--but then I'm so tied by the leg--so much business, Mr. Macdermot; indeed, though I was determined to drop in this morning as a friend, still even now I've just a word to say on business. You see I must join business and pleasure; so if you are not very much engaged, and could spare a minute or two, why I have a little proposal to make to you--acting for Mr. Flannelly you know--which I think you'll not be sorry to hear." The attorney had been obliged to begin his story thus far in the hall--as the old man had shown no inclination to ask him into the parlour: nor did Larry even now move from the door; and, indeed, he did not look as though he was a fit subject to enter on business with an attorney. He had not shaved, or rather been shaved, since Sunday last; his eyes, though wide open, looked as if they had very lately been asleep, and were not quite awake; his clothes were huddled on him, and hung about him almost in tatters; the slaver was running down from his half open mouth, and his breath smelt very strongly of whiskey. Keegan, finding that his host did not seem bent on hospitality, was edging himself into the room, when Feemy, who had heard his address to her father, came out to the old man's relief, and told the visitor that he was not just himself that morning--that Thady was out, but that she would desire him to call at Mr. Keegan's office the next day. "Ah! Miss Feemy, and how's your pretty self this morning?--and is it the fact what we hear down at Carrick, that we are to have a wedding soon at Ballycloran? Ah! well, of course you wouldn't be after telling me, but I was very glad to hear it; that I was, Miss Feemy. But, Mr. Macdermot--it was your father, Miss Feemy, I was wishing to see this morning, not Mr. Thady--if you could allow me ten minutes or so--just a message from our old friend, Flannelly:"--and by this time Keegan had wedged his way into the room, out of which any one who knew him would be very sure he would not stir, until he had said what he had come to say. Larry, hobbling back after him, sat himself down in his accustomed chair, and Feemy, as if to protect her father in her brother's absence, followed him. "It's very hard, then, Mr. Keegan, that you should come up here; as if sending your processes, and latitats, and distraining, weren't enough, but now you must--" "Ah! my dear Sir, it's not about such disagreeable business at all--we're done with all that. It's not about such business at all. When I've disagreeable jobs to do--of course we must have disagreeable jobs sometimes--why, I always send some of my disagreeable fellows to do it; but when I've good news, why I like to bring it myself, and that's why I rode down this morning." Larry, stupid as he was, couldn't be talked round by the attorney so easily.