'Oh! murder! murder!'
'How far are we from your ladyship's house?' said the postilion, advancing with his hat off.
'This castle is my house,' answered I.
'Begging your ladyship's pardon,' said he; 'what I mean, is, how far are we from where your ladyship lives?'
'I live in this castle,' answered I.
Jerry began making signs to me over the fellow's shoulder, to hold my tongue.
'What are you grimacing about there, Mr. Sullivan?' said I.
'Nothing at all, Ma'am,' answered he. ''Tis a way I have got; but your ladyship, you know, is only come down to this castle on a sort of a country excursion, to see if it wants repairing, you know: you don't mean to live in it, you know.' And he put his finger on his nose, and winked at me.
'But I know I do mean to live in it,' cried I, 'and so I request you will cease your grinning.'
'Oh, murder, murder!' muttered he, swinging round on his heel.