“That's very true,” observed the Bodagh; “but state plainly what you'll do for him on his marriage.”
“Do you consint to the marriage all of yees?”
“That's not the question,” said the other. “Divil a word I'll answer till I know whither yees do or not,” said Fardorougha. “Say at once that you consint, and then I'll spake—I'll say what I'll do.”
The Bodagh looked inquiringly at his wife and son. The latter nodded affirmatively. “We do consent,” he added.
“That shows your own sinse,” said the old man. “Now what fortune will you portion your colleen wid?”
“That depinds upon what you'll do for your son,” returned the Bodagh.
“And that depinds upon what you'll do for your daughter,” replied the sagacious old miser.
“At this rate we're not likely to agree.”
“Nothin's asier; you have only to spake out; besides it's your business, bein' the colleen's father.”
“Try him, and name something fair,” whispered John.