When Paddy returned I was still yawning, but in the shake of a shillelah he had me inside the new costume, and he stood back against the wall with his hand raised in amazement and admiration at the glory he beheld. He said after that kings would be nothing to him, and indeed the tailor had done his best and had won his guineas with more honesty than you 'd expect from a London tradesman. I was quietly pleased with the result myself.
I noticed with astonishment that it was long after mid-day, so it occurred to me that Lord Strepp must have had a good sleep himself, and sure the poor boy needed it, for it's no pleasure to spend life underground till after you 're dead, and his evening in the tunnel must have been very trying to him, as indeed he admitted to me afterward that it was.
I called on Father Donovan, and he looked me over from head to foot with wonder and joy in his eye.
"My dear lad, you 're a credit to the O'Ruddys," he said, "and to Ireland," he said, "and to the Old Head of Kinsale," he said.
"And to that little tailor in London as well," I replied, turning around so that he might see me the better.
In spite of my chiding him Paddy could not contain his delight, and danced about the room like an overgrown monkey.
"Paddy," said I, "you 're making a fool of yourself."
Then I addressed his Reverence.
"Father Donovan," I began, "this cruel war is over and done with, and no one hurt and no blood shed, so the Earl"
