I've been shipwrecked, blown up in steamboats, and I've had favers and choleray and the divil alone knows what--but I've been marcifully presarved to ye, and hope ye'll see a good dale of me this many years to come." Mr.Stevens glared at him fiercely for a few seconds, and then rejoined, "You promised me solemnly, five years ago, that you would never trouble me again, and I gave you money enough to have kept you in comfort--ay, luxury--for the remainder of your life.

Where is it all now ?" "That's more than I can tell you, squire.

I only know how it comes.

I don't trouble myself how it goes--that's your look out.

If ye are anxious on that score you'd better hire a bookkeeper for me--he shall send yer honour a quarterly account, and then it won't come on ye so sudden when it's all out another time." "Insolent!" muttered Mr.Stevens.
McCloskey gave Mr.Stevens an impudent look, but beyond that took no farther notice of his remark, but proceeded with the utmost coolness to pour out another glass of brandy--after which he drew his chair closer to the grate, and placed his dirty feet upon the mantelpiece in close proximity to an alabaster clock.
"You make yourself very much at home," said Stevens, indignantly.
"Why shouldn't I ?" answered his tormentor, in a tone of the most perfect good humour.