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On cooling his burning blood with the "hydraulics," he again lay down with the intention of composing himself for another sleep; but his eye having noticed the novelty of his situation, he once more called Nancy. "Nancy avourneen," he inquired, "will you be afther resolving me one single proposition. Where am I at the present spaking? Is it in the Siminary at home, Nancy?"
"What the devil is the matter with you?" he inquired. "Have you lost the use of your speech?" "Push an' avourneen," said the father to Denis "push an; lay the spur to him. Isn't your spur on the right foot?" "Most certainly," said Denis, now as pedantic as ever "most certainly it is. You are not to be informed that our family spur is a right-foot spur."
He spoke in a broken voice, for even the mention of her name aloud, over the clay that contained her, struck with a fresh burst of sorrow upon his heart. "Alley," he exclaimed in Irish, "Alley, nhien machree, your father that loved you more nor he loved any other human crathur, brings a message to you from the mother of your heart, avourneen!
It's both our names, and besides it will be 'killin' two birds with one stone." "No, avourneen. Let me advise you, if you wish to prosper in life, to keep yourself out of party-work. It only stands betune you an' your business; an' it's surely wiser for you to mind your own affairs than the affairs of the nation. There's rason in everything.
Mother, come home, and let me lay my head upon your breast, agra machree, for I think it will be for the last time: we lived lonely, avourneen, wid none but ourselves sometimes in happiness, when the nabors 'ud be kind to us and sometimes in sorrow, when there 'ud be none to help us. It's over now, mother, and I'm lavin' you for ever!
I know, Owen, it'll go to your heart to see it; but still, avourneen, you'd like, too, to see the ould faces an' the warm hearts of them that pitied us, an' helped us, as well as they could, whin we war broken down." "I would, Kathleen; but I'm not going merely to see thim an' the place. I intind, if I can, to take a bit of land somewhere near Tubber Derg.
"Missed," Peter would reply, if he happened to hear her; "oh, upon my credit" he was a man of too much consequence to swear "by this and by that" now "upon my credit, Ellish, if you die soon, you'll see the genteel wife I'll have in your place." "Whisht, avourneen! Although you're but jokin', I don't like to hear it, avillish!
Oh Connor, Connor, avourneen, what is it that has come over us, and brought us to this sorrow?" The mother's grief then flowed on, accompanied by a burst of that unstudied, but pathetic eloquence, which in Ireland is frequently uttered in the tone of wail and lamentation peculiar to those who mourn over the dead.
The good-natured girl did so: saying at the same time "What is the matter, Peety? do you want me? Won't you come into the kitchen?" "Thank you, avourneen, but I can't; I did want you, but it was only to give you this letther. I suppose it will tell you all.
"Nonsinse, avourneen," retorted his grandmother, indignantly, though she had herself misgivings on the subject; "sure there was Phil Doolan, the ferryman, that seen black Ann Scanlan in his own boat, and what harm ever kem of it?"
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