"I don't believe it."
"It's true, all the same."
"What right have you to say so?" asked Nelly, whose face was now quite pale.
"The right of his own words, for he telled me so himself."
"Who is she?"
"He didn't say."
"Where does she live, then?"
"Divil a bit do I know."
"I don't believe you know anything at all about it. You are just making up a story to tease me."