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He then sat down and looked steadily, but with a good deal of
abstraction, at the priest, after having first placed the money on his
own side of the table.
"Have you a blank bill?" asked the priest.
"Eh?"
"Have you got a blank bill? or, sure we can send out for one."
"For what?"
"For a blank bill."
"A blank bill--yes--oh, ay--fifty guineas!--why, that's half a hundre'.
God protect me! what am I about? Well, well; there--there--there; now
put it in your pocket;" and as he spoke he shoved it over hastily to the
priest, as if he feared his good resolution might fail him at last.
"But about the bill, man alive?"
"Hang the bill--deuce take all the bills that ever were drawn! I'm the
greatest ould fool that ever wore a head--to go to allow myself to
be made a--a--. Take your money away out of this, I bid you--your
money--no, but my money. I suppose I may bid farewell to it--for so long
as any one tells you a story of distress, and makes a poor mouth to you,
so long you'll get yourself into a scrape on their account.


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