“Do you think it will last?” asked Madeline.
“I could not rightly say, miss; but I think not. It come on so sudden.”
“I suppose you have been to the town to Mass?”
“Yes, sir; second Mass.”
“Did you meet any friends, Micky? Did you get a drink?” inquired Lord Tony, insinuatingly.
“No, not to say a drink, sir.”
“Well, what?”
“Just a taste.”
“And if you were to be treated, Mick, what would you choose? Give it a name, now,” said Lord Tony, genially.
“Oh, whisky and porter!”