‘But if I could do better!’ says she.
‘How better?’ says I and my shister both at once.
‘How better?’ says she. ‘Why, what signifies it to be my Lady Rackrent and no castle? Sure what good is the car, and no horse to draw it?’
‘And where will ye get the horse, Judy?’ says I.
‘Never mind that,’ says she; ‘maybe it is your own son Jason might find that.’
‘Jason!’ says I; ‘don’t be trusting to him, Judy. Sir Condy, as I have good reason to know, spoke well of you when Jason spoke very indifferently of you, Judy.’
‘No matter,’ says Judy; ‘it’s often men speak the contrary just to what they think of us.’
‘And you the same way of them, no doubt,’ answered I. ‘Nay, don’t he denying it, Judy, for I think the better of ye for it, and shouldn’t be proud to call ye the daughter of a shister’s son of mine, if I was to hear ye talk ungrateful, and anyway disrespectful of his honour.’
‘What disrespect,’ says she, ‘to say I’d rather, if it was my luck, be the wife of another man?’
‘You’ll have no luck, mind my words, Judy,’ says I; and all I remembered about my poor master’s goodness in tossing up for her afore he married at all came across me, and I had a choking in my throat that hindered me to say more.