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Glorious, of course: yet a trifle dull, all the same; there would be more fun shooting these bumpkins, if only they could summon heart to put up a bit of a fight in return. "Maybe we'll get a better chance at 'em out here, colonel eh?" the major of marines might have said, with his Scotch brogue, turning his horse to ride beside his superior officer for a mile or so.
He was a man of pithy speech, communicative, and acquainted apparently with everybody of every class, whom we passed on the road. Besides him we had for fellow-passengers three very intelligent Irishmen, on their way to Dublin. One of them was a tall, handsome gentleman, with dark hair and hazel eyes, and a rich South-Irish brogue.
"I don't think so. I did the only possible thing to save Nora's heart from breaking." "It seems to me," said Mr. Hartrick slowly, "that you all think of nothing but the heart of Nora. I am almost sorry now that I ever asked her to come to us in England." "Oh, it's home again; it's home again!" cried the Irish girl as she paced up and down the platform. "Molly, do listen to the brogue.
There's another thing that is not much altered, so far as I can hear and that's your brogue, my dear! It sounds to me almost as pronounced as in the old days when you were running wild at Knock." "But it's got a French accent to it now that's better than English!" cried Pixie eagerly.
"Well, no," opined Patty. "I don't think Mrs. Hastings IS French." "Ah, German, then, perhaps. I've heard that particular accent before, but I can't just place it." "I think it's sort of, of Scotch, don't you?" "Faith, an' I don't, thin! I'm afther thinkin' she's a daughter av ould Ireland, arrah." Jack's imitation of Susan's brogue was so funny that Patty laughed outright.
The stillness, and the air of grandeur pervading each object that meets his eye, reminds him of the halls of those mediæval castles he has read of in his youth. The servant returns, and makes his bow. "My leady," he says, in a strong Lincolnshire brogue, "'as weated ye an 'our or more."
And, as he admitted it, his ears rang again with the plaints of his stranded fellow-countryman, a wheedler from the South Country, off whose tongue the familiar brogue had dripped like honey. His recommendation, he explained, had been made out of charity; he had not forced the agent to engage the man; and it would surely be a gross injustice if he alone were to be held responsible.
He hurried down the dark stairway and out of the house with a step to which excitement lent speed, while Philip followed in silence. As they were leaving the court they encountered a middle-aged priest, evidently an Irishman, with a kindly face and a bright eye. "Can you tell me," he asked in a rich brogue, greeting them in friendly fashion, "where Mrs. Tim Murphy lives?"
In the mane time one stands in the middle; and after the brogue is sent round, he is to catch it as soon as he can. While he stands there, of course, his back must be to some one, and accordingly those that are behind him thump him right and left with the brogue, while he, all the time, is striving to catch it.
"Yes, an' glad I'll be!" declared another, a fresh young Irish girl with a faint, pretty brogue. "I don't like the look of my Lady Betty. A pretty fuss Candace her old nurse would be makin' if she was here the night! I guess the madam knew what she was about when she give her her walkin' ticket! Candace never could bear them two bys, and him was the worse of the two, she always said."
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