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"What is the matter, sir?" asked his master; "you look very big and
important just now. I hope you have not been drinking."
Dandy compressed his lips as if his master's fate depended upon his
words, and pointing with his forefinger in the direction of Wicklow,
replied:
"The deed is done, sir--the deed is done."
"What deed, sirra?"
"Weren't you tould the stuff that was in me?" he replied. "But God has
gifted me, and sure that's one comfort, glory be to his name. Weren't--"
"Explain yourself, sir!" said his master, authoritatively. "What do you
mean by the deed is done?' You haven't got married, I hope. Perhaps the
cousin you went to see was your sweetheart?"
"No, sir, I haven't got married. God keep me a little while longer from
sich a calamity? But I have put you in the way of being so."
"How, sirra--put me into a state of calamity? Do you call that a
service?"
"A state of repentance, sir, they say, is a state of grace; an' when
one's in a state of grace they can make their soul; and anything, you
know, that enables one to make his soul, is surely for his good.


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