"Sorra a word o' lie in it."
"But where in natur is the feller?" asked the wonder-struck Yankee, his curiosity getting the better of every other consideration.
"Whisht, now," whispered Pat; "he is in one of those boxes, with the dead men! Do yous mind?"
"Good gracious! how you talk! In a coffin?"
"Divil a coffin at all. Sure as nate a bit of a box as iver held a Christian."
"But why does he wish to speak with the lady?"
"Sorra know I know," replied Pat, to whom Hatchie had communicated no more than was necessary.
"Does he wish to see her in person?"
"Not a bit of it. Now, do you mind, I saw you speaking to the lady, and I tould him of it. Then the naiger axed me could he trust yous. I tould him yes; and he tould me to bring yous down to him, and that's the whole of it. Now, will yous go down the night and spake to him?"
Uncle Nathan reflected a little; for, though no craven, he was very prudent, and had no romance in his composition. After deliberating some time, much to the detriment of Pat's patience, he replied in the affirmative.