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"No, it's not Kate. Who are you, I say; and what d'you want?" "I'm Biddy, plaze ma'am from Lynch's, and I'm wanting to spake to yerself, ma'am about Miss Anty. She's very bad intirely, ma'am." "What ails her; and why d'you come here? Why don't you go to Doctor Colligan, av' she's ill; and not come knocking here?" "It ain't bad that way, Miss Anty is, ma'am.
That wretch, Barry Lynch, has tried to induce Doctor Colligan to poison his sister!" "What!" shouted Armstrong; "to poison his sister?" "Gently, Mr Armstrong; pray don't speak so loud, or it'll be all through the country in no time." "Poison his sister!" repeated Armstrong. "Oh, it'll hang him! There's no doubt it'll hang him! Of course you'll take the doctor's information?"
"Why, drat it, man; wasn't Dr Colligan with you less than an hour ago, telling you you must come here, av you wanted to see her?" "You'll oblige me by sending up the servant to tell Miss Lynch I'm here." "Walk up here a minute, and I'll do that errand for you myself. Well," continued she, muttering to herself "for him to ax av she war staying here, as though he didn't know it!
No; bad, heedless, sensual as Doctor Colligan might be, Barry was a thousand fathoms deeper in iniquity than he. As soon as he had left the room the other uttered a long, deep sigh. It was a great relief to him to be alone: he could now collect his thoughts, mature his plans, and finally determine.
"You and I, Colligan, are men of the world, and too wide awake for all the old woman's nonsense people talk. What can I, or what could you in my place, care for a half-cracked old maid like Anty, who's better dead than alive, for her own sake and everybody's else; unless it is some scheming ruffian like young Kelly there, who wants to make money by her?"
Doctor Colligan, also, was in trouble from his connection with the Lynches: not that he had any dissatisfaction at the recovery of his patient, for he rejoiced at it, both on her account and his own. He had strongly that feeling of self-applause, which must always be enjoyed by a doctor who brings a patient safely through a dangerous illness.
There's one comfort, no man in Dunmore will believe a word you say." He then threw himself back into the easy chair, and said, "Well, gentlemen well, my lord here I am. You can't say I'm ashamed to show my face, though I must say your visit is not made in the genteelest manner." "Mr Lynch," said the parson, "do you remember the night Doctor Colligan knocked you down in this room?
"Is it about Barry?" "Yes; about Barry. How do you know Colligan won't be repating all them things to him?" "Let him, and wilcome. Shure wouldn't I say as much to Barry Lynch himself? What do I care for the blagguard? only this, I wish I'd niver heard his name, or seen his foot over the sill of the door. I'm sorry I iver heard the name of the Lynches in Dunmore."
He huddled on his clothes, smoothed his hair with his brush, and muttering something about it's being their own fault, descended into the parlour, followed by Mr Armstrong. He made a kind of bow to Lord Ballindine; took no notice of Martin, but, turning round sharp on the doctor, said: "Of all the false ruffians, I ever met, Colligan by heavens, you're the worst!
Armstrong is a man of the world, and will know what to do; you cannot object to talking the matter over with him." Colligan consented: and Armstrong, having been summoned, drove the doctor's buggy up alongside of Lord Ballindine's gig. "Armstrong," said Frank, "I have just heard the most horrid story that ever came to my ears.
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