I'm _de trop_ then. Only mind, dinner's ordered for half past six, and
it's that now, and you're not dressed yet!"

"You're not _de trop_, and I was just wanting you. We're all friends
here, Kelly, you know; and you needn't mind my telling Mr Blake. Here's
this fellow going to elope with an heiress from Connaught, and he
wants a decently honest lawyer first."

"I should have thought," said Blake, "that an indecently dishonest
clergyman would have suited him better under those circumstances."

"May-be he'll want that, too, and I've no doubt you can recommend one.
But at present he wants a lawyer; and, as I have none of my own, I
think Forrest would serve his turn."

"I've always found Mr Forrest ready to do anything in the way of his
profession--for money."

"No, but--he'd draw up a deed, wouldn't he, Blake? It's a sort of a
marriage settlement."

"Oh, he's quite at home at that work! He drew up five, for my five
sisters, and thereby ruined my father's property, and my prospects."

"Well, he'd see me to-morrow, wouldn't he?" said Lord Ballindine.

"Of course he would. But mind, we're to be off early. We ought to be at
the Curragh, by three."

"I suppose I could see him at ten?" said his lordship.