“There is one thing you’ll break, my dear, and that is hearts.”
“Arrah, go on with you, and your blarney!”
“Go where?”—laughing. “I really wonder you were not married long ago.”
“Faix, there is more nor you wonders at that,” she answered sedately.
“Who pray?”
“Why, the boys I would not take!”
“Do tell me about them?”
“Augh, sure, they were only just common chaps.”
“What a providential mercy you did not take one of them! That would have been a fine complication!”
“Have you any chap, Tito?”