"Well, sir," said Furlong, "and here I am."
The wide stare of the two men as they looked at each other was killing; and while Furlong's face was turned towards Mr. Bermingham, Fanny caught the clergy-man's eye, tapped her forehead with the fore-finger of her right hand, shook her head, and turned up her eyes with an expression of pity, to indicate that Furlong was not quite right in his mind.
"Oh, I beg pardon, sir," said Mr. Bermingham. "I see it's a mistake of mine."
"There certainly is a vewy gweat mistake somewhere," said Furlong, who was now bent on a very direct question. "Pway, Miste' O'Gwady," said he, addressing Egan, "that is, if you are Miste' O'Gwady, will you tell me, are you Miste' O'Gwady?"
"Sir," said the Squire, "you have chosen to call me O'Grady ever since you came here, but my name is Egan."
"What!—the member for the county?" cried Furlong, horrified.
"Yes," said the Squire, laughing; "do you want a frank?"
"'T will save your friends postage," said Dick, "when you write to them to say you're safe."
"Miste' Wegan," said Furlong, with an attempt at offended dignity, "I conside' myself vewy ill used."
"You're the first man I ever heard of being ill used at Merryvale House," said Murphy.