“I almost forget the way here,” said Darby, stopping and looking about him.
At last, unable to solve the difficulty, he leaned over the half-door of a shop, and called out to a man within, “Can you tell where is Kevin Street?”
“No. 39?” said the man, after looking at him steadily for a moment.
Darby stroked down one side of his face with his hand slowly; a gesture immediately imitated by the other man.
“What do you know?” said Darby.
“I know 'U,'” replied the man.
“And what more?”
“I know 'N'”
“That 'ill do,” said Darby, shaking hands with him cordially. “Now, tell me the way, for I have no time to spare.”
“Begorra! you 're in as great haste as if ye were Darby the Blast himself. Ye 'll come in and take a glass?”