“Oh, they’re gettin’ on with that,” says he, “only some people think the girders a disfigurement to the city.”
“Is there any talk about that esplanade from Sandycove to Dunlary?”
“There’s talk about it, but that’s all,” says Essex; “’twould be an odious fine improvement to house property, and I hope they’ll see to it soon.”
“Sorra much you seem to have done, beyant spendin me men and me money. Let’s have a look at that threaty I see stickin’ out o’ your pocket.”
“‘ARREST THAT THRATER.’”
Well, when the Queen read the terms of Hugh O’Neil she just gev him one look, an’ jumpin’ from off the bed, put her head out of the window, and called out to the policeman on duty—
“Is the Head below?”
“I’ll tell him you want him, ma’am,” says the policeman.
“Do,” says the Queen. “Hello,” says she, as a slip o’ paper dhropped out o’ the dispatches. “What’s this? ‘Lines to Mary.’ Ho! ho! me gay fella, that’s what you’ve been up to, is it?”