“I wish he would,” said Art, “for Margaret's sake; it would take away a good deal of uneasiness from her mind.”
The conversation afterwards took several turns, and embraced a variety of topics, till the second tumbler was finished.
“Now,” said Art, “as there's but the two of us, and in regard of the occasion that's in it, throth we'll jist take one more a piece.”
“No,” replied Frank, “I never go beyant two, and you said you wouldn't.”
“Hut, man, divil a matther for that; sure there's only ourselves two, as I said, an' Where's the harm? Throth, it's a long time since I felt myself so comfortable, an' besides, it's not every night we have you wid us. Come, Frank, one more in honor of the occasion.”
“Another drop won't cross my lips this night,” returned his brother, firmly, “so you needn't be mixin' it.”
“Sorra foot you'll go to bed to-night till you take another; there, now it's mixed, so you know you must take it now.”
“Not a drop.”
“Well, for the sake of poor little Kate, that you're to stand for; come, Frank, death alive, man!”
“Would my drinkin' it do Kate any good?”