"The sleepiest air?" returned Furlong, somewhat surprised. "That's vewy odd."
"Not at all, sir," said Murphy; "well known fact. When I first came to this part of the country, I used to sleep for two days together sometimes. Whenever I wanted to rise early, I was always obliged to get up the night before."
This was said by the brazen attorney, from his seat at a side-table, which was amply provided with a large dish of boiled potatoes, capacious jugs of milk, a quantity of cold meat and game. Murphy had his mouth half filled with potatoes as he spoke, and swallowed a large draught of milk as the stranger swallowed Murphy's lie.
"You don't eat potatoes, I perceive, sir," said Murphy.
"Not for bweakfast," said Furlong.
"Do you for thupper?" lisped Fanny.
"Never in England," he replied.
"Finest things in the world, sir, for the intellect," said Murphy. "I attribute the natural intelligence of the Irish entirely to their eating them."
"Oh, they are thometimes tho thleepy at the Cathtle," said Fanny.
"Weally!" said the exquisite, with the utmost simplicity.