“Why, I suppose,” replied her mother, “to run away wid him?”
“Na”
“Then to give her consent to marry him?” said her father.
“Both out,” replied Hanna; “no, indeed, but to lend him five-and-thirty pounds to buy a mare, called Crazy Jane, belonging to Tom Burton, of the Race Road!”
“'My Dear Bryan—For heaven's sake, in addition to your other generosities—for-which I acknowledge myself still in your debt—will you lend me thirty-five pounds, to secure a beautiful mare belonging to Tom Burton, of the Race Road? She is a perfect creature, and will, if I am not quick, certainly slip through my fingers. Jemmy, the gentleman'—
“This is what he calls his father, you must know.
“'Jemmy, the gentleman, has promised to stand to me some of these days, and pay off all my transgressions, like a good, kind-hearted, soft-headed old Trojan as he is; and, for this reason, I don't wish to press him now. The mare is sold under peculiar circumstances; otherwise I could have no chance of her at such a price. By the way, when did you see Katsey'—
“Ay, Katsey!—think of that, now—doesn't he respect your daughter very much, father?
“'By the way, when did you see Katsey Cavanagh?—'”
“What is this you're readin' to me?” asked her father. “You don't mean to say that this letter is to Kathleen?”