"'Hish!' whispers the majum, 'I feel a sperrit near me.'
"'Feel av it has a lump on his nose,' sez I, 'for be that token ye'll know it's Luke.'
"'The moment is suspicious,' sez the majum.
"'I hope yer don't want to asperge me character,' sez I.
"'Whist!' sez she, 'the sperrits is droopin'.'
"'It's droppin' yer mane,' sez I, pickin' up a shmall bottle she let fall from her pocket.
"'Put that woman out,' sez an ould chap.
"'Who do you call a woman?' sez I. 'Lay a fing-er on me, an' I'll scratch a map of the County Clare on yer ugly phiz.'
"'Put her out!' 'Put her out!' sez two or three others, an' they made a lep for me. But, holy rocket! I was up in a minute.