“It's enough to raise one's heart, Jemmy, just to think of it.”
“Why then it is that, an', for the same raison, come up to the house above, and we'll have a sup on the head of it; sure, it's no harm to drink success to the craps, and may God prevent a failure, any how.”
“Divil a bit.”
Now, we simply ask the reader which dialogue is in the more appropriate keeping with the characters of honest, candid Jemmy and Cooney?
“And now,” proceeded Cooney, “regard-in' this match between your youngest daughter Margaret, and my son Toal.”
“Why, as for myself,” replied Murray, “sorra much of objection I have aginst it, barrin' his figure; if he was about a foot and a half higher, and a little betther made—God pardon me, an' blessed be the maker—there would, at all events, be less difficulty in the business, especially with Peggy herself.”
“But couldn't you bring her about?”
“I did my endayvors, Cooney; you may take my word I did.”
“Well, an' is she not softenin' at all?”
“Upon my sounds, Cooney, I cannot say she is. If I could only get her to spake one sairious word on the subject, I might have some chance; but I cannot, Cooney; I think both you an' little Toal had betther give it up. I doubt there's no chance.”