"Ah! my lord, would God I had!" cried I. "Things would have been better for yourself."
"Not in the least," says he, grimly. "I could not ask better. There is a long score to pay, and now - at last - I can begin to pay it."
I cried out against his security.
"Oh!" says he, "this is not Durrisdeer, and I have taken my precautions. His reputation awaits him; I have prepared a welcome for my brother. Indeed, fortune has served me; for I found here a merchant of Albany who knew him after the '45 and had mighty convenient suspicions of a murder: some one of the name of Chew it was, another Albanian. No one here will be surprised if I deny him my door; he will not be suffered to address my children, nor even to salute my wife: as for myself, I make so much exception for a brother that he may sp
