"By 'eavens, Fanny, I mean every word of it; may this drop be my poison if I don't. This piece of business here keeps me and the governor hon and hoff like, and will do for some weeks perhaps; but when that's done, honly say the word, and I'll make you Mrs. M. Isn't that fair now?"
"But, Mr. Aby—"
"Never mind the mister, Fan, between friends."
"La! I couldn't call you Aby without it; could I?"
"Try, my darling."
"Well—Aby—there now. It does sound so uppish, don't it? But tell me this now; what is the business that you and the old gentleman is about down at Kanturk?"
Abraham Mollett hereupon had put one finger to his nose, and then winked his eye.
"If you care about me, as you say you do, you wouldn't be shy of just telling me as much as that."
"That's business, Fan; and business and love don't hamalgamate like whisky and sugar."
"Then I'll tell you what it is, Mr. Aby; I don't want to have anything to do with a man who won't show his rispect by telling me his sacrets."