'Hush—pray,' said another.
'Aw—now it is ended—bravo!'
Close by me were Mr. Mac Fee the sheriff, and Mr. Snobleigh, smoking each a choice cuba, and hovering so near the marble Psyche, that I dared not move, lest I should be observed and suspected of eaves-dropping.
'A dooced bad cigaw,' said Snobleigh, endeavouring to light a refractory cabana, and swaying about in a manner that sufficiently indicated how the fumes of the champagne had mounted into that vacuum where his brains should have been; 'dem—I think your 'Ighland air spoils them; and aw—aw—you admire Laura—eh; aw—now it draws; a fine girl—say yes—why the devil don't you say yes?'
'Beautiful—and you are tender in that quarter?' simpered the servile Mac Fee.
'Aw—yes, and have some devilish serious thoughts of matrimony, too.'
'Marriage is a serious thing, Mr. Snobleigh.'
'Aw—yes—demmed serious when one marries age, ugliness, or aw—poverty; but with, with a charming young person like Miss Everingham—it alters the case entirely. But don't you observe, old fellow, that Laura talks too much of that aw—aw—peculiar individual—that species of outlaw, as Mr. Snaggs names him—'
'Young Mac Innon?'
'Dem! yes—but to teaze me of course. What is that now? Fanny Clavering at her aw—aw—everlasting song—