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Are your views as clear as ever? are you supported I mean inwardly, for that is the only true support after all?" "Thrath, Mr. M'Slime, I'm afeard to spake, sir, for fraid I'd say either more or less than the truth."
And indade, it's mesilf that's thinking the blissid St. Pathrick would be afther misthaking him for a good Catholic!" "And what did he say, honey dear? did he think he could be afther comforting the likes of us?" "Thrath, and he did; it was himsilf that said niver a word when I was spaking to him about it, but was afther showering a blissing upon us, the dear sowl!" "But what will the praste say?
"What kind of a country is Ireland, as I understand you are an Irishman?" "Thrath, my lady, it's like fwhat maybe you never seen a fool's purse, ten guineas goin' out whor one that goes in." "Upon my word that's wit," observed the young blue-stocking. "What's your opinion of Irishwomen?" the lady continued; "are they handsomer than the English ladies, think you?"
"Paddy, I cannot say," replied the steward; "but I shall ask my master, and if he orders it, you shall have the comfort of a hard floor and clean straw, Paddy that you shall." "Many thanks to you, sir: it's in your face, in thrath, the same gudness an' ginerosity."
"Gad bliss you, sir Gad bliss you. Maybe if I'd make up to the mishthress, yer haner! Thrath she wouldn't turn the crathur from the place, in regard that the tindherness ow the feelin' would come ower her the rale gintlewoman, any way! 'Tis dag chape you have her at what I said, sir; an' Gad bliss you!" "Do you want to compel me to purchase it whether I will or no?"
"Fwhy it isn't whor sale, my lady," replied Phil, evading the former question; "the masther here, Gad bless him an' spare him to you, ma'am! thrath, an' it's his four quarthers that knew how to pick out a wife, any how, whor beauty an' all hanerable whormations o' grandheur so he did; an' well he desarves you, my lady: faix, it's a fine houseful o' thim you'll have, plase Gad an' fwhy not? whin it's all in the coorse o' Providence, bein' both so handsome: he gev me a pound note whor her my ladyship, an' his own plisure aftherwards; an' I'm now waitin' to be ped."
"Thrath, it's whor next to nothin' I'm giv-in' her to you, sir; but sure you can make your own price at any thing beyant a pound. Huerish amuck sladh anish! be asy, you crathur, sure you're gettin' into good quarthers, any how go into the hanerable English gintleman's kitchen, an' God knows it's a pleasure to dale wit 'em.
"Thrath, I do, my lady; the Irish and English women would flog the world, an' sure it would be a burnin' shame to go to sot them agin one another fwhor beauty." "Whom do you mean by the 'darlin's beyant?" inquired the blue-stocking, attempting to pronounce the words. "Faix, miss, who but the crathers ower the wather, that kills us entirely, so they do."
"Thrath, miss, an' it's an asy task to do that, any way; wit a heart an' a half I go, acushla; an' I seen the day, miss, that it's not much of mate an' dhrink would thruble me, if I jist got lave to be lookin' at you, wit nothing but yourself to think an. But the wife an' childher, miss, makes great changes in us entirely." "Why you are quite gallant, Paddy."
"Paddy," said the gentleman, anticipating him, "I have ordered you sacks and straw in the barn, and your breakfast in the morning before you set out." "Thrath," said Phil, "if there's e'er a stray blissin' goin', depind an it, sir, you'll get it fwhor your hanerable ginerosity to the sthranger.
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