his mind--occasionally grinding his teeth, and heaping curses on his
father and sister, who, together, had inflicted such grievous, such
unexpected injuries upon him.

If, at this moment, there was a soul in all Ireland over whom Satan had
full dominion--if there was a breast unoccupied by one good thought--if
there was a heart wishing, a brain conceiving, and organs ready to
execute all that was evil, from the worst motives, they were to be
found in that miserable creature, as he stood there urging himself on
to hate those whom he should have loved--cursing those who were nearest
to him--fearing her, whom he had ill-treated all his life--and striving
to pluck up courage to take such measures as might entirely quell
her. Money was to him the only source of gratification. He had looked
forward, when a boy, to his manhood, as a period when he might indulge,
unrestrained, in pleasures which money would buy; and, when a man, to
his father's death, as a time when those means would be at his full
command. He had neither ambition, nor affection, in his nature; his
father had taught him nothing but the excellence of money, and, having
fully imbued him with this, had cut him off from the use of it.

He was glad when he found that dinner was at hand, and that he could
not now see his sister until after he had fortified himself with drink.
Anty rarely, if ever, dined with him; so he sat down, and swallowed his
solitary meal. He did not eat much, but he gulped down three or four
glasses of wine; and, immediately on having done so, he desired the
servant, with a curse, to bring him hot water and sugar, and not to
keep him waiting all night for a tumbler of punch, as he did usually.
Before the man had got into the kitchen, he rang the bell again;
and when the servant returned breathless, with the steaming jug, he
threatened to turn him out of the house at once, if he was not quicker