Lieutenant Crotty turned a wrathful look upon the speaker, and then continued his narrative.
“The door was open, and every word that passed within I heard plainly.”
“‘Arrah! what’s that?’ said his lordship.
“‘The morning-strength of the Twentieth, my lord,’ replied the aide-de-camp.
“‘Divil welcome the bearer!’ says the general. ‘Isn’t it cruel hard, that a man can’t have a little pace and quiet, without this eternal botheration? Tell the fellow to come to the door; and ask him who he is.’ “Be gogstay! I made bold to answer, ‘It’s me, Lieutenant Crotty—plase your lordship.’”
“‘Crotty!—Crotty!’ says he; ‘Is it Peter Crotty, of the Twentieth?’”
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“‘The same, my lord,’ says I.