"I am surprised at your indelicacy in asking such an immodest question of an innocent and unmarried young man," replied Moore reprovingly. "If you keep on I 'll feel it my duty to mention your behavior to Father O'Houlihan. Oh, it is shocked he would be, Mrs. Malone."
"Niver mind," answered the landlady. "You lave Father O'Houlihan to me."
"I don't know whether the good man will be safe in your hands after this morning's revelation, Mrs. Malone. He don't look over strong."
"Wait till I get hold of you, you rapscallion."
"No, I can't wait," said Moore, slamming the door as he returned to his own apartment.
"Buster!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Explain this misfortune of Mr. Babble's."
"Ho, 'ee 'll never know, sir, habout the sherry," replied Buster, reassuringly.
"He won't?" said Moore, still in the dark. "What do you mean, lad?"