“Well, I’ll tell ye after I’ve been on one. I once got a lift on a traction-engine—me and a girl—I mean, a girl and myself—and I suppose it’s the same sort of thing?”
“Only the pace is slightly different.”
“Yes; but the noise, and the joggling, and the frightening of horses and cattle, is all one.”
“I daresay you are right there,” he assented.
“What part of Ireland have you lived in?” inquired a smartly dressed lady, who was seated near Joseline.
“The south, near Glenveigh.”
“Oh, yes; a great place for fishing, is it not?”
“I would not say that; but it’s where people come looking for fishing.”
“And don’t get it. I see! By the way, does not Mrs. Borrodaile live in that part of the world?”
“She does so, at the Court.”