"I suppose it was your shots that we used to hear in the woods?"
"I expect it was, Mr. Gilbert."
"And it was you who terrified the wits out of every one after dark—more especially other poachers. That was a clever dodge."
"It was not too bad, Mr. Gilbert.—Some people does be very wake in themselves, and shy at night."
"And there are not half enough knaves in the world, for the fools that are in it! You are a most infernal rascal."
"Maybe I am, Mr. Gilbert; but I never went again me conscience."
"You could not well go against what you have not got."
"And, sure, what is game but wild birds?"
"And the cow, was she a wild bird?—I suppose you sent all your bags to Dublin?"
"Faix, an' I did, Mr. Gilbert!" returned Darby with perfect equanimity.