“And if he does,” replied his mother, “it's not the first time he has been guilty of both; but of late, all the little shame he had, he has lost it.”
“Faith, and if I hadn't got a large stock, I'd a been run out of it this many a day, in regard of what I had to lose in that way for you, Hycy. However I'll thank you to listen to me. Have you any intention of marryin' a wife?”
“Unquestionably, Mr. Burke. Not a doubt of it.”
“Well, I am glad to hear it. The sooner you're married, the sooner you'll settle down. You'll know, then, my lad, what life is.”
Honest Jemmy's sarcasm was likely to carry him too far from his purpose, which was certainly not to give a malicious account of matrimony, but, on the contrary, to recommend it to his worthy son.
“Well, Mr. Burke,” said Hycy, winking at his mother, “proceed.”
“The truth is, Hycy,” he added, “I have a wife in my eye for you.”
“I thought as much,” replied the other. “I did imagine it was there you had her; name—Mr. Burke—name?”
“Troth, I'm ashamed, Hycy, to name her and yourself on the same day.”
“Well, can't you name her to-day, and postpone me until to-morrow?”