“What brought you up dhis night?” asked Teddy, suspiciously.
“Because I hard he was to come,” replied his companion; “but whether or not I'd be here.”
“Tha sha maigh—it's right—may be so—shiss, it's all right, may be so—well?”
Teddy, although he said it was all right, did not seem however to think so. The furtive and suspicious glance which he gave Hogan from under his red beetle brows should be seen in order to be understood.
“Well?” said Hogan, re-echoing him—“it is well; an' what is more, my Kate is to be up here wid a pair o' geese to roast for us, for we must make him comfortable. She wint to thry her hand upon somebody's roost, an' it'll go hard if she fails!”
“Fwhail!” exclaimed Teddy, with a grin—“ah, the dioual a fwhail!”
“An' another thing—he's comin' about Kathleen Cavanagh—Hycy is. He wants to gain our intherest about her!”
“Well, an' what harm?”
“Maybe there is, though, it's whispered that he—hut! doesn't he say himself that there isn't a girl of his own religion in the parish he'd marry—now I'd like to see them married, Teddy, but as for anything else—”
“Hee! hee! hee!—well,” exclaimed Teddy, with a horrible grimace that gave his whole countenance a facequake, “an' maybe he's right. Maybe it 'udn't be aisy to get a colleen of his religion—I tink his religion is fwhere Phiddher Fwhite's estate is—beyant the beyands, Avhere the mare foaled the fwhiddler—hee! hee! hee!”