"Never," he said, emphatically.
"You couldn't conjecture what it is?"
"No," he said, with deliberation; "but I can aver it is neither Greek, Latin, nor Irish."
"Would you mind looking up your cyclopædias," I pleaded, "and letting me know immediately that you find it?"
"Of course," he replied. Then, jerking his thumb over his shoulder: "I suppose it is this chap?"
"It is," I said. "He reads a good deal—"
"Look here, Father Dan, I don't know what we're coming to. Did you ever see such a sight as that table to-night?"
"Never," I replied, resignedly.
"Would any one believe, when we came on the mission, that we'd live to see such things? Why, these fellows talk up to us as if we were their equals. Don't you remember when a curate daren't open his mouth at table?"
"Of course," I replied, demurely.