“Indade, thin, he was—the pore divil!”
“And the—the person?” inquired Mrs. Bilkins.
“Is it the wife, ye mane?”
“Yes, the wife; where is she?”
“Well, thin, mum,” said Mr. Donnehugh, “it’s yerself can answer that.”
“I?” exclaimed Mrs. Bilkins. “Good heavens! this man’s as crazy as the other!”
“Begorra, if anybody’s crazy, it’s Larry, for it’s Larry has married Margaret.”
“What Margaret?” cried Mrs. Bilkins.
“Margaret Callaghan, sure.”