Smith—“Indade Miss, Oi followed wid wan on the soule ave his plexus.”
“Sure—and I beg yees pardon fir sayin’ it, darlints, but that’s just what he towld me and niver a wink whint wid it, the blackguard!
“I up and axed him who he’d be refarrin’ to, because I had in my moind a sartin lady wid trouble ave her own.
“He says, says he, wid a snarl, ‘None ave yees business.’
“Widout thinkin’ whether he meant anything by it or not, I tould him he was a gintleman and a liar, too. So I did.”
“You insulted him!” exclaimed Hazel, astounded.
“Indade I did, Miss, in foine style, sure”—and he spoke softly to Hazel—“he got it right betwix the two eyes, and I followed it wid wan on the soule ave his plexis.”
“You did!” Hazel exclaimed, amazed, yet with an irrepressible smile that flickered about her pretty mouth.
“I did!” he replied gravely.
“Is the soul of one’s plexus in his eyes, Smith?” interrogated Hazel.