"Do you know him?"
"I do that. An' a finer gintleman I niver saw, savin' Yer 'Anner's prisence," bowing to the judge.
"Oh, indeed! A fine gentleman? And how do you know that, Mrs. Fitzpatrick?"
"How do I know a gintleman, is it? Sure, it's by the way he trates a lady."
"Ah," said the lawyer with a most courteous bow, "that is a most excellent test. And what do you know of this—ah—this gentleman's manners with ladies?"
"An' don't I know how he trates mesilf? He's not wan to fergit a lady's name, you may lay to that."
"Oh, indeed, he has treated you in a gentlemanly manner?"
"He has."
"And do you think this is his usual manner with ladies?"
"I do," said Mrs. Fitzpatrick with great emphasis. "A gintleman, a rale gintleman, is the same to a lady wheriver he mates her, an' the same to ladies whativer they be."