"There's no po'tmanteau here," said Furlong.
"O yis, sir," said Andy; "I put it undher the bed."
"Well, take it and be off," said O'Grady.
"No—no—no," said Furlong, "don't distu'b my woom, if you please, till I have done dwessing."
"But the Honourable is dhressing too, sir; and that's why he wants the portmantle."
"Take it, then," said the Squire.
Furlong was paralysed, and could offer no further resistance: Andy stooped, and lifting the valance of the bed to withdraw the portmanteau, dropped it suddenly, and exclaimed, "O Lord!"
"What's the matter?" said the Squire.
"Nothin', sir," said Andy, looking scared.
"Then take the portmanteau, and be hanged to you."