“What age are you in?”
“In the end of the Fifth.”
“All right; come on, boy; the true blood's in you, whoever you are.”
“An' is it possible you don't know me, Dandy?”
“Faix, it is; I forgot my spectacles tonight. Who the dickins are you at all?”
“I suppose you purtind to forget Ned M'Cormick?”
“Is it Nogher's son?”
“The divil a other; an', Dandy Duffy, how are you, man alive?”
“Why, you see, Ned, I've been so long out of the counthry, an' I'm now so short a time back, that, upon my sowl, I forget a great many of my ould acquaintances, especially them that wor only slips when I wint acrass. Faith, I'm purty well considherin, Ned, I thank you.”
“Bad luck to them that sint you acrass, Dandy; not but that you got off purty well on the whole, by all accounts. They say only that Rousin Redhead swore like a man you'd 'a' got a touch of the Shaggy Shoe.”