Philip.
[Looking up.] Why, do you suggest——?
Roope.
Certainly; and without delay. I hear there's a shoal of men after her, including Tim Barradell.
Philip.
[With a grim smile.] "Bacon" Barradell?
Roope.
[Assentingly.] They say Sir Timothy's in constant attendance.
Philip.
And what chance, do you imagine, would a poor literary cove stand against a real live baronet—and the largest bacon-curer in Ireland?