I shall draw up such a memorial if you wish." "Thank you, Hycy--I'm obliged to you--these, I dare say, will be the proper steps to take--thank you." "Nonsense! but perhaps I may serve you a little in another way.

I'm very intimate with Harry Clinton, and who knows but I may be able to influence the uncle a little through the nephew." "It's whispered that you might do more through the niece," replied Bryan, laughing; "is that true ?" "Nonsense, I tell you," replied Hycy, affecting confusion; "for Heaven's sake, Bryan, say nothing about that; how did it come to your ears ?" "Faith, and that's more than I can tell you," replied the other; "but I know I heard it somewhere of late." "It's not a subject, of course," continued Hycy, "that I should wish to become the topic of vulgar comment or conversation, and I'd much rather you would endeavor to discountenance it whenever you hear it spoken of.
At all events, whether with niece or nephew," proceeded Hycy, "you may rest assured, that whatever service I can render you, I shall not fail to do it.

You and I have had a slight misunderstanding, but on an occasion like this, Bryan, it should be a bitter one indeed that a man--a generous man at least,--would or ought to remember." This conversation took place whilst Bryan was proceeding to Fethertonge's, Hycy being also on his way home.

On arriving at the turn of the road which led to Jemmy Burke's, Hycy caught the hand of his companion, which he squeezed with an affectionate warmth, so cordial and sincere in its character that Bryan cast every shadow of suspicion to the winds, "Cheer up, Bryan, all will end better than you think, I hope.

I shall draw up a memorial for you this evening, as strongly and forcibly as possible, and any other assistance that I can render you in this unhappy difficulty I will do it.