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He seemed pleased by the degree of attention bestowed on him, and felt all the flattery such notice conveyed; but while doing so, you could only detect his satisfaction in an occasional sidelong look of drollery, which, brief and fleeting as it was, had still a numerous body of admirers through the court, whose muttered expressions of "Divil fear ye, Darby! but ye 're up to them any day;" or "Faix!
"Well, Barney," said Van Berg, as they drove up to the stables on their return, "you did have a streak of good luck this afternoon. I hope you are grateful to the lady who secured it for you." "Faix, sur, an' I niver seed the likes o' her afore.
"'Mickey, says he, 'Mickey. "'Father, says I. "'Is it that way you salute your clargy, says he, 'with your caubeen on your head? "'Faix, says I, 'it's little ye mind whether it's an or aff; for you never take the trouble to say, "By your leave," or "Damn your soul!" or any other politeness when we meet.
"Faix, maybe you 'll not be for letting him out so aisy," said Darby, dryly, for his notions of justice were tempered by a considerable dash of suspicion. I had only time left to press my purse into the honest fellow's hand, and salute Fortescue hastily, as they both were removed, under the custody of Barton.
Sure, didn't I find that they wos chargin' tshoo dollars aiqual to eight shillin's, I'm towld for carryin' a box or portmanter the length o' me fut; so I turns porter all at wance, an' faix I made six dollars in less nor an hour.
"Faix, it's little loss," said Andy. "That's all you know about it, you goose; you lose the place just when the man's dead and you'd have had a shuit o' mournin'. Oh, you are the most misfortunate divil, Andy Rooney, this day in Ireland why did I rear you at all?" "Squire O'Grady dead!" said Andy, in surprise and also with regret for his late master. "Yis and you've lost the mournin' augh!"
Why, don't you know that there hain't no morning star when it's night all round?" "Faix ye're right. I niver thought o' that."
'And if I should object to this insult? broke she in. 'Faix, I believe, said he, laughing, 'they'd do it all the same. Eight hundred I think it's eight isn't to be made any day of the year! 'My uncle is a justice of the peace, Mr. Gill; and you know if he will suffer such an outrage to go unpunished.
"'Is it truth yer telling? says my father. "'Sorra word o' lie in it! Myself had two-and-fourpence of their notes. "'And so they're broke, says my father, 'and nothing left? "'Not a brass farden. "'And what am I staying here for, I wonder, if there's nothing to guard? "'Faix, if it isn't for the pride of the thing "'Oh, sorra taste! "'Well, may be for divarsion. "'Nor that either.
Sure 'tis to the right shop ye've come, anyway, for 'tis daughthers I have meself, me dear fine, sthrappin' girls as could put you in their pockits. Ye poor little crather! Oh! Murther! Who could harm the like of ye? Faix, I hope that ould divil of an aunt o' yours won't darken these doors, or she'll git what she won't like from Biddy Mulcahy. There now! There now!
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