See now if I can spake a word wid your masther for a poor family." "Why, then, to avoid your tongue, I may as well tell you that himself, Masther Richard, and Darby Skinadre's in the office; an' if you can use the same blackguard tongue as well in a good cause as you can in a bad one, it would be well for the poor crayturs.

Go in now, an'," he added in another soliloquy, "may the Lord prosper his virtuous endayvors, the vagabone; although all hope o' that's past, I doubt; for hasn't Skinadre the promise, and Masther Richard the bribe?
However, who can tell ?---so God prosper the vagabone, I say again." The pedlar, on entering, found old Henderson sitting in an arm-chair, with one of his legs, as usual, bandaged and stretched out before him on another chair.

He seemed much worn and debilitated, and altogether had the appearance of a man whose life was not worth a single week's purchase.

Skinadre was about taking leave of his patron, the son, who had been speaking to him as the pedlar entered.
"Don't be unaisy, Darby," he said.

"We can't give you a lease for about a week or fortnight; but the agent is now here, an' we must first take out new leases ourselves.