“Plase your honour, I was his nurse formerly, and so had a nat’ral longing to see him once again before I would die.”
“And did you come all the way from Ireland on this wise errand?”
“Troth I did—every inch of the way from his own sweet place.”
“Why, you are little better than a fool, I think,” said Crawley.
“Little better, plase your honour; but I was always so about them childer that I nursed.”
“Childer! Well, get along about your business now; you see your nursing is not wanted here.”
“I’ll not stir out of this, while he is here,” said my nurse, catching hold of the leg of the sofa, and clinging to it.
“You’ll not stir, you say,” cried Captain Crawley: “Turn her out!”
“Oh, sure you would not have the cru’lty to turn his old nurse out before he’s even cowld. And won’t you let me see him buried?”
“Out with her! out with her! the old Irish hag! We’ll have no howling here. Out with her, John!” said Crawley to my groom.