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"Faix, he will, Mr. McKeon; so don't let him do it; I heard him telling the bailiff." McKeon seemed lost in astonishment, at this fresh instance of the attorney's relentless barbarity, and Brady turned round to go away. But after having walked a few yards, he came back, and said, in a hesitating whisper "You'll be seeing Mr. Thady afore it's all over, Mr. McKeon?" "Well; I shall see him."
And Tony McKeon closed his fist as much as to show that if any one did entertain so preposterous a wish he could be little better than a born idiot.
When the judge commenced his charge to the jury, he had once attempted to rise; but he felt that he could no longer endure the gaze of those around him, and he remained on his seat till he was taken back to gaol. Father John and McKeon agreed that the cause of Feemy's death should not be told to Thady at any rate till after the verdict had been given.
McKeon, that from the evidence of the servants it had appeared that she, Feemy, had agreed to elope with Captain Ussher; and that, as far as could be judged from circumstantial evidence, she was in fact eloping with him when Thady had killed him; now, it was necessary for her to state whether she was there of her own good will, going away with him; or if not, what she was doing at the moment of the tragical occurrence.
McKeon then explained how Feemy had insisted on returning home the morning after the ball, with the promise of returning again. After talking over the various unaccountable circumstances of the case, without once suspecting that Feemy had consented to and had actually been in the act of going off with Ussher, Mrs.
"Can you tell a pea from a bean by the feeling?" "Of course we can." "Where did you put the votes, Grossbeck?" asked Pelham. "In my trousers' pocket." "So did I," added McKeon. "Both of you have on your pea-jackets now, and there is a pocket on each side of them.
"But, Father John," said the kind, good, careful mother, "what is there to prevent them marrying, if he's ready? I always pitied Feemy being left alone there with her father and brother; but if Captain Ussher is in earnest, I don't see how twenty mothers would make it a bit easier for her." "Don't you, Mrs. McKeon! then it's little you know the advantage your own girls have in yourself.
"But that's where it is; you know young men, and what they are, a deal better than I do; and you can understand that a young man may propose to a girl, and be accepted, and afterwards shilly shally about it, and perhaps at last change his mind altogether merely because the girl's friends don't take care that the affair is regularly and properly carried on; now isn't that so, Mrs. McKeon?"
The door was closed and fastened, and Grossbeck gratefully acknowledged the kindness of his friends in getting them out of the scrape. "What did you drink?" asked McKeon. "Wine," answered the tippler. "What kind of wine?" "I don't know eau de vie." "Eau de vie!" exclaimed Blount, whose knowledge of French was above the average of that of "our fellows."
"There's little danger of that kind, I fear, Feemy, nor would she be doing so; but if you are actually going to speak to Captain Ussher yourself to-night, I'll say no more about it now; but I hope you'll tell Thady to-morrow what passes." "Oh, Father John, I won't promise that." "Will you tell me, then, or Mrs. McKeon?"
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