“Come, Larry,” said he, laying down a guinea-note, “cover that like a man.”
“Phelim carries my purse,” observed the father; but he had scarcely spoken when the laughter of the company rang loudly through the house—The triumph of Donovan appeared to be complete, for he thought the father's alusion to Phelim tantamount to an evasion.
“Phelim! Phelim carries it! Faix, an' I, doubt he finds it a light burdyeen.”
Phelim approached in all his glory.
“What am I to do?” he inquired, with a swagger.
“You're to cover that guinea-note wid a guinea, if you can,” said Donovan.
“Whether 'ud you prefar goold or notes,” said Phelim, looking pompously about him; “that's the talk.”
This was received with another merry peal of laughter.
“Oh, goold—goold by all manes!” replied Donovan.
“Here goes the goold, my worthy,” said Phelim, laying down his guinea with a firm slap upon the table.