’I do, sir, I tell you.  There’s Green there’s Blancham—­there’s Gray—­there’s Soho—­naming several more—­and, to my knowledge, Lord Clonbrony—­’

‘Stop, sir,’ cried Lord Colambre in a voice which made Mordicai, and everybody present, start—­’I am his son—­’

‘The devil!’ said Mordicai.

‘God bless every bone in his body, then! he’s an Irishman,’ cried Paddy; ’and there was the rason my heart warmed to him from the first minute he come into the yard, though I did not know it till now.’

‘What, sir! are you my Lord Colambre?’ said Mr. Mordicai, recovering, but not clearly recovering, his intellects.  ’I beg pardon, but I did not know you was Lord Colambre.  I thought you told me you was the friend of Mr. Berryl.’

‘I do not see the incompatibility of the assertion, sir,’ replied Lord Colambre, taking from the bewildered foreman’s unresisting hand the account, which he had been so long furnishing.

‘Give me leave, my lord,’ said Mordicai.  ’I beg your pardon, my lord, perhaps we can compromise that business for your friend Mr. Berryl; since he is your lordship’s friend, perhaps we can contrive to compromise and split the difference.’

To compromise and split the difference, Mordicai thought were favourite phrases, and approved Hibernian modes of doing business, which would conciliate this young Irish nobleman, and dissipate the proud tempest which had gathered and now swelled in his breast.

‘No, sir, no!’ cried Lord Colambre, holding firm the paper.  ’I want no favour from you.  I will accept of none for my friend or for myself.’

’Favour!  No, my lord, I should not presume to offer—­But I should wish, if you’ll allow me, to do your friend justice.’

Lord Colambre recollecting that he had no right, in his pride, to ding away his friend’s money, let Mr. Mordicai look at the account; and, his impetuous temper in a few moments recovered by good sense, he considered that, as his person was utterly unknown to Mr. Mordicai, no offence could have been intended to him, and that, perhaps, in what had been said of his father’s debts and distress, there might be more truth than he was aware of.  Prudently, therefore, controlling his feelings, and commanding himself, he suffered Mr. Mordicai to show him into a parlour, to settle his friend’s business.  In a few minutes the account was reduced to a reasonable form, and, in consideration of the partner’s having made the bargain, by which Mr. Mordicai felt himself influenced in honour, though not bound in law, he undertook to have the curricle made better than new again, for Mr. Berryl, for twenty guineas.  Then came awkward apologies to Lord Colambre, which he ill endured.  ’Between ourselves, my lord,’ continued Mordicai—­

But the familiarity of the phrase, ’Between ourselves’—­this implication of equality—­Lord Colambre could not admit; he moved hastily towards the door and departed.