"That's thrue any way; which of ye's got the rint among yer? come, Pat, fork out for once."
"Is it for all of ye? I'll stand a glass for myself, and one for Joe."
"Well, Jack," said Corney, "you and I 'll have a dhrop together; you shan't say I let you go away dhry."
The rest made it up among them; and Kathleen, having duly received the price in advance, brought in a glass of spirits for each. The widow Mulready had only two glasses, and they therefore had to drink one after the other. Joe took his first, saying, "And there's more power and success to you, Captain Ussher; and it's a fine gentleman is the only name for ye; but av you're above the sod this day three months, may none of us that is in it this night ever see the blessed glory!"
And they all drank the toast which their leader gave them.
They now prepared to leave; but not so quickly but that Mrs. Mulready had to give them very forcible hints that she wanted quiet possession of her bed-room; and much animated conversation passed on the occasion.
"And now, an't ye a pretty set of boys, the whole of ye, blackguards that ye are! that ye can't dhrink yer sperrits quietly, in a lone woman's house, but you must be bringing the town on her, by yer d——d ructions; and av I niver saw the foot of any of ye agin, it's little I'd be grieving for ye."
"Quit that, you ould hag of the divil! or I'll give you more to talk about than'll plaze you."
"Is it you, Joe? by the mortial then, if ye don't quit that, you'll soon be having a stone roof over yer head. By the blessed Virgin, I'll be the hanging of you av you don't be keeping yerself to yerself."
"Is it hanging yer talking of? And where'll you be yerself? Not but hanging's twice too good for you. Come, Corney, is you coming up to Loch Sheen?"