“The brazen baggage!” said Dick; “and what did you say?”
“Why what could any man say, sir, afther that? Sure her karacther would be gone if—”
“Gone,” said Dick, “'faith it might have gone further before it fared worse.”
“Arrah! what do you mane, Misther Dick?”
“Pooh, pooh! Andy—you don't mean to say you married that one?”
“Faix, I did,” said Andy.
“Well, Andy,” said Dick, grinning, “by the powers, you have done it this time! Good morning to you!” and Dick put spurs to his horse.