"What! that wretched-looking man from Gortnaclough?"
"Yes; he's the curate of the parish, you know."
"And did you shake hands with him too?"
"Indeed I did; and you never saw a fellow look so ashamed of himself in your life."
"Well, there isn't much shame about them generally."
"And there wasn't much about him by-and-by. You never heard a man talk such trash in your life, till Somers put him down."
"Oh, he was put down? I'm glad of that."
"And to do Father Barney justice, he did tell him to hold his tongue. The fool began to make a regular set speech."
"Father Barney, I suppose, didn't choose that anybody should do that but himself."
"He did enough for the two, certainly. I never heard a man so fond of his own voice. What he wants is to rule it all just his own way."