“Is it marry him!”
“Divil a ilce! Her father is jist after tellin’ me av it.”
“Maybe she’s compelled till, faith!”
“Eh!”
“Faix, an’ the talk wint round about thim, long since, James. It’s sorry I’d be iv it wur true.”
“God bless uz, Mrs. Nolan! An’ d’yez tell me this?”
“I’m not sayin’ it’s true, moind ye. An’ did yez not hear av it?”
“Sorra the word!”
“What will young Larkin do now, at all, at all. He wur woild after her afore he wint away.”
“So he wur, Mrs. Nolan,” agreed Kelly, a change suddenly creeping into his face; “so he wur, mam.”