“Oh yes! unless they wish to be unsociable. Those who are not disposed to be sociable sleeps in the chimney-corners.”
“Ah,” said I, “I see it is a very agreeable inn; however, I shall go on to the ‘Pump Saint.’”
“I am sorry for it, your honour, for your honour’s sake; your honour won’t be half so illigantly served at the ‘Pump Saint’ as there above.”
“Of what religion are you?” said I.
“Oh, I’m a Catholic, just like your honour, for if I am not clane mistaken your honour is an Irishman.”
“Who is your spiritual director?” said I.
“Why, then, it is just Father Toban, your honour, whom of course your honour knows.”
“Oh yes!” said I; “when you next see him present my respects to him.”
“What name shall I mention, your honour?”
“Shorsha Borroo,” said I.