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And was up till past two in the morning, last night, madam, he bid me say, looking over them papers you left with him for your shuit, ma'am, with the McBrides, about the bit of Ballynascraw bog; and if you call upon the counshillor in the course of the morning, he'll find, or make, a minute, for a consultation, he says.
Oh, this works well and no fear that the Roonies and McBrides should ever come to an understanding to cut me out. Young Mr. Randal Rooney, my humble compliments to you, and I hope you'll become the willow which you'll soon have to wear for Miss Honor McBride's pretty sake. But I wonder the brother a'n't come up yet with the rist of her fortune. Jack! Jenny! Where's Pat?
None in life as yet, ma'am only just buying and selling. The horse-bastes, and horned-cattle, and pigs squeaking, has it all to themselves. But it's early times yet it won't be long so. Catty. No McBrides, no Ballynavogue boys gathering yet? Pat. None to signify of the McBrides, ma'am, at all. Catty.
Sitting at Flaherty's in the parlour, with the door open, and all the McBrides which was in it was in the outer room taking a toombler o' punch I trated 'em to but not drinking not a man out o' the way when in comes that gentlewoman. Old McB. Soft, why? Mighty soft cratur ever since he was born, plase your honour, though he's my son. Mr. Carv. Go on, Philip. Phil. So some one having tould Mrs.
True, your honour, see scarce a symptom of a fature lift in the face here of little Charley of Killaspugbrone, with the b'ating he got from them McBrides, who bred the riot, entirely under Flourishing Phil, plase your honour. Mr. Carv.
Clerk. Catty. We'll see we'll see all soon and the truth will come out, and shame the dibbil and the McBrides! Randal. Catty. What? Which? Where? True for ye! I was wondering I did not see the man you bet appear again ye: and this is he, with the head bound up in the garter, coming miserable cratur he looks who would he be? Randal. You'll see all soon, mother. Enter PAT COXE, his head bound up.
Then it's plain them McBrides dare not be showing their faces, or even their backs, in Ballynavogue. But sure all our Ballynascraw boys, the Roonies, are in it as usual, I hope? Pat. Oh, ma'am, there is plinty of Roonies. I marked Big Briny of Cloon, and Ulick of Eliogarty, and little Charley of Killaspugbrone. Catty. All good men no better. Praise be where due. Pat.
"Up, Roonies, and at 'em!" cried he; and up, to be sure, they flew, shillelahs and all, like lightning, daling blows on all of us McBrides: but I never lifted a hand; and Randal, I'll do him justice, avoided to lift a hand against me. Randal. And while I live I'll never forget that hour, nor this hour, Phil, and all your generous construction. Catty. Mr. Carv.
O'Blaney, ma'am plase your honour all truth now the counshillor, that same and no other, as I've breath in my body for why should I tell a lie now, when I've no place in my eye, and not a ha'porth to get by it? I'll confess all. It was by my master's orders that I should set you, Mrs. Rooney, and your pride up, ma'am, again' making up with them McBrides.
My anshestors sat on a throne, when the McBrides had only their hunkers to sit upon; and if I walk now when they ride, they can't look down upon me for every body knows who I am and what they are. Pat. To be sure, ma'am, they do the whole country talks of nothing else, but the shame when you'd be walking and they riding. Catty. Then could the counshillor lend me the horse? Pat.
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