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"What!" exclaimed the mother. "It's not marri'd again you are? You're jokin' sure." "Faix, it's no joke," said Andy, sadly, "I'm marri'd sure enough; so give us your blessin', anyhow," cried he, still kneeling. "And who did you dar' for to marry, sir, if I make so bowld to ax, without my lave or license?"
An' you de bez man I evva know in my life, 'Sieur Grandissime!" Her hands shook. "A man w'at nevva wan' to gid marri'd wid noboddie in 'is life, and now trine to gid marri'd juz only to rip-ose de soul of 'is oncl' " M. Grandissime uttered an exclamation of protest, and she ceased. "I asked you," continued he, with low-toned emphasis, "for the single and only reason that I want you for my wife."
"No, indeed," said I, amused at his query and the funny wink that accompanied it. "What has become of that spiteful little beggar?" "Begorrah, ye'll laugh an' be amused, but he's marri'd to a wife as big as one of thim grannydeers we onst took in the ould barquey to Bermuda, d'ye rimimber? Faith, she's saix feet hoigh, an' broad in the b'ame in proporshi'n.
She sid that yer sisther an' mesilf wu'ld have to wait to git marri'd till you came home, ye spalpeen; an' not thin aven, if so be as how ye'd turn nasty an' disagreyable, an' refuse yer consint. Faith, ye won't now, will ye? or, bedad, I'll be afther breakin' ivvrey bone in y'r body, avic, an' thin have to plasther ye up ag'in."
In the meantime, Andy popped down on his knees before the widow, and said, "Give me your blessing, mother!" "For what, you omadhawn?" said his mother, fiercely; for her woman's nature took part with Oonah's feelings, which she quite comprehended, and she was vexed with what she thought Andy's disgusting insensibility. "For what should I give you my blessing?" "Bekase I'm marri'd, ma'am."
She then went wringing her hands, and throwing them upwards in appeals to Heaven, while Andy still kept kneeling in the middle of the cabin, lost in wonder. The widow ran to the door and called Oonah in. "Who do you think that blackguard is marri'd to?" said the widow. "Married!" exclaimed Oonah, growing pale. "Ay, marri'd, and who to, do you think? Why to Bridget rhua."
She lifted her eyes with the evident determination to meet his own squarely, but it was too much; they fell as before; yet she went on speaking: "An' w'en someboddie git'n' ti'ed livin' wid 'imsev an' big'n' to fill ole, an' wan' someboddie to teg de care of 'im an' wan' me to gid marri'd wid 'im I thing 'e's in love to me." Her fingers kept up a little shuffling with the fan. "I thing I'm crezzy.
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