"Indeed, and I will! Of course you are only English, and what could ye expect; but at the first go off you were as stout as any lady that ever sat on a car."
"Stout?" she echoed in supreme amazement. But perhaps in Ireland things had different names.
"I mane stout-hearted! and now, after all, you are going to walk. To walk!" he reiterated with indescribable scorn.
"Yes, and you will take the bag—it has no neck to break."
"To be sure, I'll lave it with pleasure; but——" and here he paused rather significantly.
"Of course I'll pay you," she said, fumbling for her purse. "How much?"
"Oh, well, sure—nothing at all! I would not be charging the likes of you. 'Twas an honour to drive such a beautiful young lady."
"How much?" she repeated, with a little stamp of her foot.
"Well, thin, miss, since you are so detarmined, we won't quarrel over two half-crowns; and if you would like me to drink your health in the best that was going," rubbing his mouth expressively with the back of his hand, "we will say six shillings."
Helen immediately placed six shillings in his greedy palm.