"Ye didn't stay long," said he reflectively, after he had put the bag up in front. He took up the reins.
"Not very," replied his master.
After a dozen rods or more, Pat tried again.
"Just siventeen days, I make it."
"Seems longer."
"Perhaps you'll be after going back soon."
"Why should you think that, Patrick?"
"Because you don't seem to be takin' much interest in your surroundin's here," said Pat loftily. He delivered a smart smack on the crupper with his stubby whip, and pursed his lips for the companionship to be derived from whistling.
"I suppose you know why I went to Europe," said Booth, laying his hand affectionately on the man's arm.
"Sure I do," said Pat, forgetting to whistle. "And was it bad luck you had, sor?"