“Patientia fit levior ferendo!—Have patience, man. Wait till we see the Counsellor!”
He had scarcely uttered the last words when that gentleman entered.
“Well, Counsellor,” said the priest, “is it a hit?”
“Pray what is your Christian name, Mr. O'Shaughnessy?” inquired the lawyer o! young Denis.
“My Christian name, sir,” replied Denis, “is Di-o-ny-si-us O'Shaughnessy. That, sir, is the name by which I am always appellated.”
“That's quite sufficient,” said the other, “I shall be with you again in a few minutes.”
“But won't you give us a hint, my good sir, as to how the land lies?” said the priest, as the lawyer left the room.
“Presently, Mr. Finnerty, presently.”
“Intelligisme, Dionisi?”
“Vix, Domine. Quid sentis?”