"Well, yer honer, Masther Barry," said Jacky, "don"t forget your poor fool this blessed morning!"
"Away with you! If I see you there again, I"ll have you in Bridewell, you blackguard."
"Ah, you"re joking, Masther Barry. You wouldn"t like to be afther doing that. So yer honer"s been down to the widdy"s? That"s well; it"s a fine thing to see you on good terms, since you"re soon like to be so sib. Well, there an"t no betther fellow, from this to Galway, than Martin Kelly, that"s one comfort, Masther Barry."
Barry looked round for something wherewith to avenge himself for this, but Jacky was out of his reach; so he merely muttered some customary but inaudible curses, and turned into the house.
He immediately took pen, ink, and paper, and, writing the following note dispatched it to Tuam, by Terry, mounted for the occasion, and directed on no account to return without an answer. If Mr Daly wasn"t at home, he was to wait for his return; that is, if he was expected home that night.
Dunmore House, Feb. 1844.
My dear Sir,
I wish to consult you on legal business, which will _bear no delay_. The subject is of considerable importance, and I am induced to think it will be more ably handled by you than by Mr Blake, my father"s man of business. There is a bed at your service at Dunmore House, and I shall be glad to see you to dinner to-morrow.
I am, dear Sir, Your faithful servant,
BARRY LYNCH.
P.S.--You had better not mention in Tuam that you are coming to me,--not that my business is one that I intend to keep secret.
J. Daly, Esq., Solicitor, Tuam.
In about two hours" time, Terry had put the above into the hands of the person for whom it was intended, and in two more he had brought back an answer, saying that Mr Daly would be at Dunmore House to dinner on the following day. And Terry, on his journey there and back, did not forget to tell everyone he saw, from whom he came, and to whom he was going.
VIII. MR MARTIN KELLY RETURNS TO DUNMORE
We will now return to Martin Kelly. I have before said that as soon as he had completed his legal business,--namely, his instructions for the settlement of Anty Lynch"s property, respecting which he and Lord Ballindine had been together to the lawyer"s in Clare Street,--he started for home, by the Ballinasloe ca.n.a.l-boat, and reached that famous depot of the fleecy tribe without adventure. I will not attempt to describe the tedium of that horrid voyage, for it has been often described before; and to Martin, who was in no ways fastidious, it was not so unendurable as it must always be to those who have been accustomed to more rapid movement. Nor yet will I attempt to put on record the miserable resources of those, who, doomed to a twenty hours"
sojourn in one of these floating prisons, vainly endeavour to occupy or amuse their minds. But I will advise any, who from ill-contrived arrangements, or unforeseen misfortune, [15] may find themselves on board the Ballinasloe ca.n.a.l-boat, to entertain no such vain dream.
The _vis inertiae_ [16] of patient endurance, is the only weapon of any use in attempting to overcome the lengthened ennui of this most tedious transit. Reading is out of the question. I have tried it myself, and seen others try it, but in vain. The sense of the motion, almost imperceptible, but still perceptible; the noises above you; the smells around you; the diversified crowd, of which you are a part; at one moment the heat this crowd creates; at the next, the draught which a window just opened behind your ears lets in on you; the fumes of punch; the snores of the man under the table; the noisy anger of his neighbour, who reviles the attendant sylph; the would-be witticisms of a third, who makes continual amorous overtures to the same overtasked damsel, notwithstanding the publicity of his situation; the loud complaints of the old lady near the door, who cannot obtain the gratuitous kindness of a gla.s.s of water; and the baby-soothing lullabies of the young one, who is suckling her infant under your elbow. These things alike prevent one from reading, sleeping, or thinking. All one can do is to wait till the long night gradually wears itself away, and reflect that,
Time and the hour run through the longest day [17].
[FOOTNOTE 15: Of course it will be remembered that this was written before railways in Ireland had been constructed. (original footnote by Trollope)]
[FOOTNOTE 16: vis inertiae--(Latin) the power of inertia]
[FOOTNOTE 17: _Macbeth_, Act I, Sc. 3: "Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day."]
I hardly know why a journey in one of these boats should be much more intolerable than travelling either outside or inside a coach; for, either in or on the coach, one has less room for motion, and less opportunity of employment. I believe the misery of the ca.n.a.l-boat chiefly consists in a pre-conceived and erroneous idea of its capabilities. One prepares oneself for occupation--an attempt is made to achieve actual comfort--and both end in disappointment; the limbs become weary with endeavouring to fix themselves in a position of repose, and the mind is fatigued more by the search after, than the want of, occupation.
Martin, however, made no complaints, and felt no misery. He made great play at the eternal half-boiled leg of mutton, floating in a b.l.o.o.d.y sea of grease and gravy, which always comes on the table three hours after the departure from Porto Bello. He, and others equally gifted with the _dura ilia messorum_ [18], swallowed huge collops [19] of the raw animal, and vast heaps of yellow turnips, till the pity with which a stranger would at first be inclined to contemplate the consumer of such unsavoury food, is transferred to the victim who has to provide the meal at two shillings a head. Neither love nor drink--and Martin had, on the previous day, been much troubled with both--had affected his appet.i.te; and he ate out his money with the true persevering prudence of a Connaught man, who firmly determines not to be done.
[FOOTNOTE 18: dura ilia messorum--(Latin) the strong intestines of reapers--a quotation from Horace"s _Epodes_ III.
Trollope was an accomplished Latin scholar and later wrote a _Life of Cicero_. His books are full of quotations from many Roman writers.]
[FOOTNOTE 19: collops--portions of food or slices of meat]
He was equally diligent at breakfast; and, at last, reached Ballinasloe, at ten o"clock the morning after he had left Dublin, in a flourishing condition. From thence he travelled, by Bianconi"s car, as far as Tuam, and when there he went at once to the hotel, to get a hack car to take him home to Dunmore.
In the hotel yard he found a car already prepared for a journey; and, on giving his order for a similar vehicle for his own use, was informed, by the disinterested ostler, that the horse then being harnessed, was to take Mr Daly, the attorney, to Tuam, [20] and that probably that gentleman would not object to join him, Martin, in the conveyance. Martin, thinking it preferable to pay fourpence rather than sixpence a mile for his jaunt, acquiesced in this arrangement, and, as he had a sort of speaking acquaintance with Mr Daly, whom he rightly imagined would not despise the economy which actuated himself, he had his carpet-bag put into the well of the car, and, placing himself on it, he proceeded to the attorney"s door.
[FOOTNOTE 20: The text says "Tuam," but the destination is really Dunmore.]
He soon made the necessary explanation to Mr Daly, who made no objection to the proposal; and he also throwing a somewhat diminutive carpet-bag into the same well, placed himself alongside of our friend, and they proceeded on their journey, with the most amicable feelings towards each other.
They little guessed, either the one or the other, as they commenced talking on the now all-absorbing subject of the great trial, that they were going to Dunmore for the express object--though not with the expressed purpose, of opposing each other--that Daly was to be employed to suggest any legal means for robbing Martin of a wife, and Anty of her property; and that Martin was going home with the fixed determination of effecting a wedding, to prevent which his companion was, in consideration of liberal payment, to use all his ingenuity and energy.
When they had discussed O"Connel and his companions, and their chances of liberation for four or five miles, and when Martin had warmly expressed his a.s.surance that no jury could convict the saviours of their country, and Daly had given utterance to his legal opinion that saltpetre couldn"t save them from two years in Newgate, Martin asked his companion whether he was going beyond Dunmore that night?
"No, indeed, then," replied Daly; "I have a client there now--a thing I never had in that part of the country before yesterday."
"We"ll have you at the inn, then, I suppose, Mr Daly?"
"Faith, you won"t, for I shall dine on velvet. My new client is one of the right sort, that can feed as well as fee a lawyer. I"ve got my dinner, and bed tonight, whatever else I may get."
"There"s not many of that sort in Dunmore thin; any way, there weren"t when I left it, a week since. Whose house are you going to, Mr Daly, av" it"s not impertinent asking?"
"Barry Lynch"s."
"Barry Lynch"s!" re-echoed Martin; "the divil you are! I wonder what"s in the wind with him now. I thought Blake always did his business?"
"The devil a know I know, so I can"t tell you; and if I did, I shouldn"t, you may be sure. But a man that"s just come to his property always wants a lawyer; and many a one, besides Barry Lynch, ain"t satisfied without two."
"Well, any way, I wish you joy of your new client. I"m not over fond of him myself, I"ll own; but then there were always rasons why he and I shouldn"t pull well together. Barry"s always been a dale too high for me, since he was at school with the young lord. Well, good evening, Mr Daly. Never mind time car coming down the street, as you"re at your friend"s gate," and Martin took his bag on his arm, and walked down to the inn.
Though Martin couldn"t guess, as he walked quickly down the street, what Barry Lynch could want with young Daly, who was beginning to be known as a clever, though not over-scrupulous pract.i.tioner, he felt a presentiment that it must have some reference to Anty and himself, and this made him rather uncomfortable. Could Barry have heard of his engagement? Had Anty repented of her bargain, during his short absence?
Had that old reptile Moylan, played him false, and spoilt his game?
"That must be it," said Martin to himself, "and it"s odd but I"ll be even with the schamer, yet; only she"s so asy frightened!--Av" she"d the laist pluck in life, it"s little I"d care for Moylan or Barry either."
This little soliloquy brought him to the inn door. Some of the tribe of loungers who were always hanging about the door, and whom in her hatred of idleness the widow would one day rout from the place, and, in her charity, feed the next, had seen Martin coming down the street, and had given intelligence in the kitchen. As he walked in, therefore, at the open door, Meg and Jane were ready to receive him in the pa.s.sage. Their looks were big with some important news. Martin soon saw that they had something to tell.
"Well, girls," he said, as he chucked his bag and coat to Sally, "for heaven"s sake get me something to ate, for I"m starved. What"s the news at Dunmore?"
"It"s you should have the news thin," said one, "and you just from Dublin."
"There"s lots of news there, then; I"ll tell you when I"ve got my dinner. How"s the ould lady?" and he stepped on, as if to pa.s.s by them, upstairs.
"Stop a moment, Martin," said Meg; "don"t be in a hurry; there"s some one there."