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Devers, indeed, boldly announced that as his theory and explanation of the whole affair, and Haney, Finucane, Boyd, and the intelligent Howard were there ready to swear to it and save the captain the trouble. So long as Davies and McGrath never turned up to combat the accusation all would go well.
Finucane, that this practical joke of your was contrived for my benefit, and for the purpose of holding me up to the ridicule of your confounded acquaintances." "Nothing of the kind, upon my conscience," said Fin, drying his eyes, and endeavouring to look sorry and sentimental.
"Don't hurry yourself, Mr. Bellamy. What'll you have?" asked Finucane. "Brandy whisky?" "Tea," interrupted Dick. "A potful and awfully strong." "See to that, will you, sergeant?" said Finucane. The man left the room, and Dick spoke again. "There are things I must tell you before I slack off."
At six o'clock I had the pleasure of presenting the worthy Doctor Finucane to our mess, taking at the same time an opportunity, unobserved by him, to inform three or four of my brother officers that my friend was really a character, abounding in native drollery, and richer in good stories than even the generality of his countrymen.
Caldegard complained: Dick should have telegraphed, should have gone himself to the police in the neighbourhood. "From what I have heard of him, Mr. Richard Bellamy is the kind that seizes on a big chance, and doesn't lose it by running after smaller ones," said Finucane. "If he has played against time and wins, they call him a genius." "Will he succeed?" asked Caldegard.
In vain Finucane pleaded and promised and implored, for his friend Bungay had had an hour's lecture in the morning and was inexorable. But what honest Jack failed to do below-stairs in the counting-house, the pretty faces and manners of the mother and child were effecting in the drawing-room, where they were melting the fierce but really soft Mrs. Bungay. There was an artless sweetness in Mrs.
That night the poor man died, and the Fitzgeralds who sat in the chambers of Castle Richmond were no longer the owners of the mansion. There was no speech of Sir Herbert among the servants as there would have been had these tidings not have reached them. Dr. Finucane had remained in the house, and even he, in speaking of the son, had shown that he knew the story.
"Well," thought I, "this is better at least than I anticipated, for if nothing else offers, I shall have rare fun teasing my friend Charley" for it was evident that he had been caught by the lady in question. "And so you'll stay with us; give me your hand you are a real trump." These words, which proceeded from a voice at the lower end of the table, were addressed to my friend Finucane.
"We have the immense pleasure of looking after Miss Caldegard. My wife won't be happy unless you come round with me and feast your eyes on what she says is the prettiest sight in London Miss Caldegard asleep." This time the father's countenance did him justice. Finucane told his wife that night that he had at last seen an old man perfectly happy.
Nothing could exceed the politeness of the parties on my consenting to this arrangement. Dr. Finucane proposed Carrigaholt, as the rendezvous, about 12 miles, I believe, from Kilrush, and Tuesday evening at six as the time, which will be the very earliest moment we can arrive there. So, pray be up to time, and believe me yours, C. Curzon, Saturday Evening."
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