"It a'nt the calf at last, Denis, is it?"
"Bad luck to it for a calf!" exclaimed McGovery; and then, sidling up to the priest, "you wouldn't be setting all the boys laughing at me, Father John, and thim sthrangers, too."
"Well, well, Denis, but why didn't you tell me the whole?"
When Ussher had first entered, Brady had come up, expressly to welcome him; and there was something in his extreme servility which made Ussher fear all was not quite right. But Ussher had become habituated to treat the servility of the poor as the only means they had of deprecating the injuries so frequently in his power to inflict; he had, too, from his necessity of not attending to their supplications, acquired a habit of treating them with constant derision, which they well understood and appreciated; and the contempt which he always showed for them was one of the reasons why he was so particularly hated through the country. Though now a guest of Brady's, he could not help showing the same feeling. Moreover, Ussher, who as far as the conduct of man to man is concerned had nothing of treachery about him, strongly suspected Pat's true character, and was therefore less likely to treat him with respect.
"Thank you, Brady, I'll do very well; don't you expect Mr. Thady here?"
"Is it the young masthur, Captain? In course we do. Mary wouldn't be married av he warn't to the fore."
"Indeed! I didn't know you'd so much respect for Mr. Macdermot as that."
"Is it for the masthur, Captain?"
"For the matter of that, Brady, you wouldn't much mind how many masters you had if they all paid you, I'm thinking."
"And that's thrue for you, Captain," said Pat, grinning in his perplexity, for he didn't know whether to take what Ussher said for a joke or not.