But it would ha split
the seven sides of you wid the laffin' to behould, jist then all at
once, the consated behavior of Mounseer Maiter-di-dauns. The likes
o' sich a jabbering, and a smirking, and a parley-wouing as he begin'd
wid her leddyship, niver was known before upon arth; and divil may
burn me if it wasn't me own very two peepers that cotch'd him
tipping her the wink out of one eye. Och, hon! if it wasn't mesilf
thin that was mad as a Kilkenny cat I shud like to be tould who it
was!
"Let me infarm you, Mounseer Maiter-di-dauns," said I, as purlite as
iver ye seed, "that it's not the gintaal thing at all at all, and
not for the likes o' you inny how, to be afther the oggling and a
goggling at her leddyship in that fashion," and jist wid that such
another squaze as it was I giv'd her flipper, all as much as to say,
"isn't it Sir Pathrick now, my jewel, that'll be able to the
proticting o' you, my darlint?" and then there cum'd another squaze
back, all by way of the answer. "Thrue for you, Sir Pathrick," it said
as plain as iver a squaze said in the world, "Thrue for you, Sir
Pathrick, mavourneen, and it's a proper nate gintleman ye are-
that's God's truth," and with that she opened her two beautiful
peepers till I belaved they wud ha' cum'd out of her hid althegither
and intirely, and she looked first as mad as a cat at Mounseer Frog,
and thin as smiling as all out o' doors at mesilf.
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