"I suppose you wouldn't say a thing like that?" asked Gardiner, looking at him curiously.
"I would not."
"Irishman!"
"I hate boastin'," said Denis shortly.
"I thought you believed in an overruling Providence, which orders everything for us from the cradle to the grave?"
"It's not incompatible. And I wish you'd settle down," said Denis, who was a person of few and simple ideas.
"Well, if you're good perhaps I will."
"But not in Belgium, Harry! Belgium's such a rotten hole. And the people are half dagoes. Why can't you be content with England?"
Gardiner laughed. "Because I ain't English, old son—nor Irish neither. I'm a bit of a dago myself, for that matter. B' the powers, here's a car coming! You sit tight now, and see me do the fascinating landlord."