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And suppose you don't get sixpence costs, and lose your cool hundred by it, still it's a great advantage; for you are let alone to enjoy your own in pace and quiet ever after, which you could not do in this county without it. But the love of the law has carried me away from my business: the pint I wanted to consult you about is not a pint of law; 'tis another matter. Mr. Carv.
CARVER says "Ballynascraw," all the McBRIDES bow, and reply Here, plase your honour. Mr. Carv. Catty. Mr. Carv. Hem! hem! also being a residentiary gentleman at Bob's Fort hem! hem! hem! Catty. Clerk. Silence! silence! Mr. Carv.
Clerk, make out their examinations, with a translation; and interpret for Killaspugbrone. Catty. Plase your honour, I being the lady, expicted I'd get lave to swear first. Mr. Carv. And what would you swear, madam, if you got leave, pray? be careful, now. Catty. I'll tell you how it was out o' the face, plase your honour. The whole Rooney faction Mr. Carv. Faction!
Enter HONOR McBRIDE, walking very timidly. And no need to be ashamed, Miss Honor, until you're found out. Mr. Carv. Silence! Old McB. Thank your honour. CARVER whispers to his clerk, and directs him while the following speeches go on. Catty. That's a very pretty curtsy, Miss Honor walk on, pray all the gentlemen's admiring you my son Randal beyant all. Randal. Mother, I won't bear Catty.
Then Randal Rooney, being past his rason, turns to all them Roonies that were in no condition. Mr. Carv. That were, what we in English would call drunk, I presume? Randal. Something very near it, plase your honour. Phil. Sitting on the bench outside the door they were, when Randal came up.
Not to be detaining your honour too long I was in Ballynavogue this forenoon, and was just that is, Miss Car'line Flaherty was just Mr. Carv. Miss Caroline Flaherty! What in nature can she have to do with the business? Phil. Only axing me, sir, she was, to play the flageolets, which was the rason I was sitting at Flaherty's. Mr. Carv. Address yourself to the court, young man. Phil.
I'll never call you flourishing Phil again, so don't be standing on pride. Suppose your shister has not a pinny, she's better than the best, and I'll love her and fold her to my ould warm heart, and the daughter of my heart she is now. Honor. Oh, mother! for you are my mother now and happy I am to have a mother in you. Mr. Carv. I protest it makes me almost almost blow my nose. Catty.
Mick! Jenny! put the kittle down. Mr. Carv. Sit down, sit still, my worthy fellow. Breakfasted at Bob's Fort, as I always do. O'Bla. But a bit of cake a glass of wine, to refrish and replinish nature. Mr. Carv. Too early spoil my dinner. But what was I going to say? O'Bla. Mr. Carv. I recollect. How many times do you think I was stopped on horseback coming up the street of Ballynavogue?
Carver, your interest at the castle helped me at the dead lift, and got that fine took off. 'Tis to your purtiction, encouragement, and advice entirely, I owe my present unexampled prosperity, which you prophesied; and Mr. Carver's prophecies seldom, I may say never, fail to be accomplished. Mr. Carv. I own there is some truth in your observation.
And there's another thing I say of myself. O'Bla. Mr. Carv. I don't know how the people all have got such an idea of my connexions at the castle, and my influence with his Excellency, that I am worried with eternal applications: they expect I can make them all gaugers or attorney-generals, I believe. How do they know I write to the castle? O'Bla. Mr. Carv. Well, you wanted to consult me, Gerald?
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