razors alone, They're all that stand betune me and dis-rispect-ability. Av I didn't shave, I wud be torminted wid an outrajis thurrst; for there's nothin' so dhryin' to the throat as a big billy-goat beard waggin' undher the chin. Ye wudn't have me dhrink always, Dinah Shadd? By the same token, you're kapin' me crool dhry now. Let me look at that whisky."
The whisky was lent and returned, but Dinan Shadd, who had been just as eager as her husband in asking after old friends, rent me with:—
"I take shame for you, Sorr, comin' down here—though the Saints know you're as welkim as the daylight whin you do come—an' upsettin' Terence's head wid your nonsense about—about fwhat's much better forgotten. He bein' a civilian now, an' you niver was aught else. Can you not let the Arrmy rest? 'Tis not good for Terence."
I took refuge by Mulvaney, for Dinah Shadd has a temper of her own.
"Let be—let be," said Mulvaney. "'Tis only wanst in a way I can talk about the ould days." Then to me:—"Ye say Dhrumshticks is well, an' his lady tu? I niver knew how I liked the grey garron till I was shut av' him an' Asia."—"Dhrumshtricks" was the nickname of the Colonel Commanding Mulvaney's old regiment.—"Will you be seein' him again? You will. Thin tell him"—Mulvaney's eyes began to twinkle—"tell him wid Privit"
"Mister, Terence," interrupted Dinah Shadd.
"Now the Divil an' all his angels an' the firmament av Hiven fly away wid the 'Mister,' an' the sin av makin' me swear be on your confession, Dinah Shadd! Privit, I tell ye. Wid Privit Mulvaney's best obedience, that but for me the last time-expired wud be still pullin' hair on their way to the sea."
Ile threw himself back in the chair, chuckled, and was silent.
"Mrs. Mulvaney," I said, "please take up the whisky, and don't let him have it until he has told the story."
