A few days later we had a long chat over many things, I and my curate.
When he was going he said:—
"That was a real jolly evening, Father Dan! I never enjoyed anything so much!"
"Yes," I said, "and you had a splendid audience for that noble song!"
"Yes, indeed; they were very kind."
"Oh, I don't mean in foro interno," I said, "but in foro externo. There was a good crowd outside the window!"
"My God!" he cried, quite shocked. "What a scandal!"
"Not a bit of it," I said; "you've gone up a hundred per cent in the estimation of the villagers. There was a real fight for the window-sill. But your friend, Jem Deady, captured it."
He looked dreadfully annoyed.
"Jem says that he kept awake all night trying to remember the notes; and if you'd give him the words of the song and whistle it—"