"Do ye raely mane it?"
"Yes, though, and sniffin' and snuffin' abaft of them astonishin'."
"Aw, well, well, well."
Not a sign from Danny.
"Yes, yes, the craythur's doin' somethin' in the spoony line," said Kisseck. "Him as hasn't got the hayseed out of his hair yet."
"And who's the lady, Danny?" asked Christian, with a smile.
Danny was silent.
"Why, who else but that gel of Kinvig's, Mona Cregeen," said Kisseck.
Christian dropped his herring.
"Aw, well," said Tommy Tear, "d'ye mane that gal on the brew with the widda, and the wee craythur?"