"But don't you expect a reward for returning them?"
"Lady Mary," said I, "do you mean to be after insulting me? These papers are not mine, but the Earl of Westport's, and he can have them without saying as much as 'Thank you kindly' for them."
Lady Mary leaned back in her chair and looked at me with half-closed eyes, then she stretched forth her hand and said:
"Give me the papers."
"But it 's only a minute since," I cried, perplexed, "that you held them to be the key of the situation, and said if I did n't keep them I would never get you."
"Did I say that?" asked Lady Mary with the innocence of a three-year-old child. "I had no idea we had come to such a conclusion. Now do you want a little advice about those same papers?"
"As long as the advice comes from you, Mary darling, I want it on any subject."
"You have come into England brawling, sword-playing, cudgel-flinging, and never till this moment have you given a thought to what the papers are for. These papers represent the law."
"Bad cess to it," said I. "My father used to say, have as little to do with the law as possible, for what 's the use of bringing your man into the courts when a good shillelah is speedier and more satisfactory to all concerned."
"That may be true in Ireland, but it is not true in England. Now, here is my advice. You know my father and mother, and if you 'll just quit staring your eyes out at me, and think for a minute, you may be able to tell when you will get their consent to pay
