“Why do you groan, Mr. Burke?”
“Oh it doesn't signify,” he replied, dryly; “it's no novelty, I believe, to hear a man—a married man—groan in this world; only if you wor for a long journey, I'd be glad to give you every assistance in my power.”
“You hear that, Hycy; there's affection?” she exclaimed—“wishin' me to go my long journey!”
“Would you marry again, Mr. Burke?” asked the worthy son.
“I think not,” replied Jemmy. “There's gintlemen enough o' the name—I'm afraid one too many.”
“Well,” exclaimed his wife, assuming something as near to her conception of the look of a martyr as possible, “I'm sufferin' at all events; but I know my crown's before me.”
“Sich as it is,” replied her husband, “I dare say it is.”
“I'll not be back for a few hours, Hycy; an'—but here's the car. Come fardher up, Patsy.”
Hycy politely handed his mother out, and assisted her on the car. “Of course, he'll discover it all,” said he, laughing.
“I know he will,” she replied; “but when it's over, it's over, and that's all.”