"
Wid that I giv'd her a big wink jist to say, "lit Sir Pathrick alone
for the likes o' them thricks," and thin I wint aisy to work, and
you'd have died wid the divarsion to behould how cliverly I slipped my
right arm betwane the back o' the sofy, and the back of her leddyship,
and there, sure enough, I found a swate little flipper all a waiting
to say, "the tip o' the mornin' to ye, Sir Pathrick O'Grandison,
Barronitt." And wasn't it mesilf, sure, that jist giv'd it the laste
little bit of a squaze in the world, all in the way of a commincement,
and not to be too rough wid her leddyship? and och, botheration,
wasn't it the gentaalest and dilikittest of all the little squazes
that I got in return? "Blood and thunder, Sir Pathrick, mavourneen,"
thinks I to mesilf, "fait it's jist the mother's son of you, and
nobody else at all at all, that's the handsomest and the
fortunittest young bog-throtter that ever cum'd out of Connaught!" And
with that I givd the flipper a big squaze, and a big squaze it was, by
the powers, that her leddyship giv'd to me back.
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