"No, thank you, Hannah!"
"A taste of some thin' to ate, mebbe, or a sup to drink?"
"Nothing, thank you!"
She went over to the fire. "Dear bless us," she said, "that's no sort of a fire at all. What come over you, to let it get that low!"
"I didn't notice it, Hannah!"
"'Deed an' I don't suppose you did ... moidherin' your mind about one thing an' another! There'll be a different story to tell when the mistress comes home. Mark my words, there will! Dear, oh, dear, oh, dear!..."
5
"I'm going to Belfast to-night, Hannah," he said when he had been at home a few weeks. "I want to catch an early train to Dublin to-morrow."
"Yes," she said.
"When I come back, I shall bring my wife with me!"