“‘Ye can address him at the Aldorf, but he lives in Pittsburg,’ says he.
“‘We’ll pass over that last, Courtney,’ says I; ‘I’m not askin’ ye for the fam’ly skeletons. Ye say he likes ye?’
“‘Oh, yis,’ he says, ‘we’re chums, the two of us. It’s this way,’ says he; ‘the old man says that while I can’t help him anny in his business, I’m interistin’ to him, bein’ different from ivry wan ilse he iver met.’
“‘God bless the old gintleman!’ I says.
“‘Yis,’ says he, ‘he says it’s excitin’ to see what I’m going to spend his money on next.’
“‘Now they ain’t anny use in pretendin’ to be so rich,’ I interrupts him, irritated, ‘and you with but eliven dollars and twinty cints on the whole of ye!’
“‘I don’t carry it all with me,’ says he.
“‘No,’ says I, ‘ye don’t carry all of annything with ye,’ I says.
“‘Would ye believe me if I said I was poor?’ says he.
“‘Divil a bit,’ says I.