’Nevertheless, you will observe that fifteen hundred guineas have been saved to my father, at one stroke, by his not signing those leases.’

‘Saved to you, my lord; not your father, if you plase,’ said Sir Terence.  ’For now I’m upon the square with you, I must be straight as an arrow, and deal with you as the son and friend of my friend; before, I was considering you only as the son and heir, which is quite another thing, you know; accordingly, acting for your father here, I was making the best bargain against you I could; honestly, now, I tell you.  I knew the value of the lands well enough; we were as sharp as Garraghty, and he knew it; we were to have had the difference from him, partly in cash and partly in balance of accounts—­you comprehend—­and you only would have been the loser, and never would have known it, maybe, till after we all were dead and buried; and then you might have set aside Garraghty’s lease easy, and no harm done to any but a rogue that DESARVED it; and, in the meantime, an accommodation to my honest friend, my lord, your father, here.  But, as fate would have it, you upset all by your progress incognito through them estates.  Well, it’s best as it is, and I am better pleased to be as we are, trusting all to a generous son’s own heart.  Now put the poor father out of pain, and tell us what you’ll do, my dear.’

‘In one word, then,’ said Lord Colambre, ’I will, upon two conditions, either join my father in levying fines to enable him to sell or mortgage whatever portion of his estate is necessary for the payment of these debts; or I will, in whatever other mode he can point out, as more agreeable or more advantageous to him, join in giving security to his creditors.’

‘Dear, noble fellow!’ cried Sir Terence; ’none but an Irishman could do it.’

Lord Clonbrony, melted to tears, could not articulate, but held his arms open to embrace his son.

‘But you have not heard my conditions yet,’ said Lord Colambre.

‘Oh, confound the conditions!’ cried Sir Terence.

‘What conditions could he ask that I could refuse at this minute?’ said Lord Clonbrony.

‘Nor I—­was it my heart’s blood, and were I to be hanged for it,’ cried Sir Terence.  ‘And what are the conditions?’

‘That Mr. Garraghty shall be dismissed from the agency.’

‘And welcome, and glad to get rid of him—­the rogue, the tyrant,’ said Lord Clonbrony; ’and, to be beforehand with you in your next wish, put Mr. Burke into his place.’

‘I’ll write the letter for you to sign, my lord, this minute,’ cried Terry, ’with all the pleasure in life.  No; it’s my Lord Colambre should do that in all justice.’

‘But what’s your next condition?  I hope it’s no worse,’ said Lord Clonbrony.

‘That you and my mother should cease to be absentees.’

‘Oh murder!’ said Sir Terence; ’maybe that’s not so easy; for there are two words to that bargain.’