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and　it's　for　that　same　thing；　by　yur　lave；　that　I'm　going　to　give　you　the
good　rason。

The　truth　of　the　houl　matter　is　jist　simple　enough；　for　the　very　first　day
that　I　com'd　from　Connaught；　and　showd　my　swate　little　silf　in　the　strait
to　the　widdy；　who　was　looking　through　the　windy；　it　was　a　gone　case
althegither　with　the　heart　o'　the　purty　Misthress　Tracle。　I　percaved　it；
ye　see；　all　at　once；　and　no　mistake；　and　that's　God's　truth。　First　of　all
it　was　up　wid　the　windy　in　a　jiffy；　and　thin　she　threw　open　her　two
peepers　to　the　itmost；　and　thin　it　was　a　little　gould　spy…glass　that　she
clapped　tight　to　one　o'　them　and　divil　may　burn　me　if　it　didn't　spake　to
me　as　plain　as　a　peeper　cud　spake；　and　says　it；　through　the　spy…glass：
〃Och！　the　tip　o'　the　mornin'　to　ye；　Sir　Pathrick　O'Grandison；　Barronitt；
mavourneen；　and　it's　a　nate　gintleman　that　ye　are；　sure　enough；　and　it's
mesilf　and　me　forten　jist　that'll　be　at　yur　sarvice；　dear；　inny　time　o'
day　at　all　at　all　for　the　asking。〃　And　it's　not　mesilf　ye　wud　have　to　be
bate　in　the　purliteness；　so　I　made　her　a　bow　that　wud　ha'　broken　yur　heart
altegither　to　behould；　and　thin　I　pulled　aff　me　hat　with　a　flourish；　and
thin　I　winked　at　her　hard　wid　both　eyes；　as　much　as　to　say；　〃True　for　you；
yer　a　swate　little　crature；　Mrs。　Tracle；　me　darlint；　and　I　wish　I　may　be
drownthed　dead　in　a　bog；　if　it's　not　mesilf；　Sir　Pathrick　O'Grandison；
Barronitt；　that'll　make　a　houl　bushel　o'　love　to　yur　leddyship；　in　the
twinkling　o'　the　eye　of　a　Londonderry　purraty。〃

And　it　was　the　nixt　mornin'；　sure；　jist　as　I　was　making　up　me　mind　whither
it　wouldn't　be　the　purlite　thing　to　sind　a　bit　o'　writin'　to　the　widdy　by
way　of　a　love…litter；　when　up　com'd　the　delivery　servant　wid　an　illigant
card；　and　he　tould　me　that　the　name　on　it　（for　I　niver　could　rade　the
copperplate　printin　on　account　of　being　lift　handed）　was　all　about
Mounseer；　the　Count；　A　Goose；　Look　　aisy；　Maiter…di…dauns；　and　that　the
houl　of　the　divilish　lingo　was　the　spalpeeny　long　name　of　the　little　ould
furrener　Frinchman　as　lived　over　the　way。

And　jist　wid　that　in　cum'd　the　little　willian　himself；　and　then　he　made　me
a　broth　of　a　bow；　and　thin　he　said　he　had　ounly　taken　the　liberty　of　doing
me　the　honor　of　the　giving　me　a　call；　and　thin　he　went　on　to　palaver　at　a
great　rate；　and　divil　the　bit　did　I　comprehind　what　he　wud　be　afther　the
tilling　me　at　all　at　all；　excipting　and　saving　that　he　said　〃pully　wou；
woolly　wou；〃　and　tould　me；　among　a　bushel　o'　lies；　bad　luck　to　him；　that
he　was　mad　for　the　love　o'　my　widdy　Misthress　Tracle；　and　that　my　widdy
Mrs。　Tracle　had　a　puncheon　for　him。

At　the　hearin'　of　this；　ye　may　swear；　though；　I　was　as　mad　as　a
grasshopper；　but　I　remimbered　that　I　was　Sir　Pathrick　O'Grandison；
Barronitt；　and　that　it　wasn't　althegither　gentaal　to　lit　the　anger　git　the
upper　hand　o'　the　purliteness；　so　I　made　light　o'　the　matter　and　kipt
dark；　and　got　quite　sociable　wid　the　little　chap；　and　afther　a　while　what
did　he　do　but　ask　me　to　go　wid　him　to　the　widdy's；　saying　he　wud　give　me
the　feshionable　inthroduction　to　her　leddyship。

〃Is　it　there　ye　are？〃　said　I　thin　to　mesilf；　〃and　it's　thrue　for　you；
Pathrick；　that　ye're　the　fortunittest　mortal　in　life。　We'll　soon　see　now
whither　it's　your　swate　silf；　or　whither　it's　little　Mounseer
Maiter…di…dauns；　that　Misthress　Tracle　is　head　and　ears　in　the　love　wid。〃

Wid　that　we　wint　aff　to　the　widdy's；　next　door；　and　ye　may　well　say　it　was
an　illigant　place；　so　it　was。　There　was　a　carpet　all　over　the　floor；　and
in　one　corner　there　was　a　forty…pinny　and　a　Jew's　harp　and　the　divil　knows
what　ilse；　and　in　another　corner　was　a　sofy；　the　beautifullest　thing　in
all　natur；　and　sitting　on　the　sofy；　sure　enough；　there　was　the　swate
little　angel；　Misthress　Tracle。

〃The　tip　o'　the　mornin'　to　ye；〃　says　I；　〃Mrs。　Tracle；〃　and　thin　I　made
sich　an　illigant　obaysance　that　it　wud　ha　quite　althegither　bewildered　the
brain　o'　ye。

〃Wully　woo；　pully　woo；　plump　in　the　mud；〃　says　the　little　furrenner
Frinchman；　〃and　sure　Mrs。　Tracle；〃　says　he；　that　he　did；　〃isn't　this
gintleman　here　jist　his　reverence　Sir　Pathrick　O'Grandison；　Barronitt；　and
isn't　he　althegither　and　entirely　the　most　particular　frind　and
acquaintance　that　I　have　in　the　houl　world？〃

And　wid　that　the　widdy；　she　gits　up　from　the　sofy；　and　makes　the　swatest
curthchy　nor　iver　was　seen；　and　thin　down　she　sits　like　an　angel；　and
thin；　by　the　powers；　it　was　that　little　spalpeen　Mounseer　Maiter…di…dauns
that　plumped　his　silf　right　down　by　the　right　side　of　her。　Och　hon！　I
ixpicted　the　two　eyes　o'　me　wud　ha　cum'd　out　of　my　head　on　the　spot；　I　was
so　dispirate　mad！　Howiver；　〃Bait　who！〃　says　I；　after　awhile。　〃Is　it　there
ye　are；　Mounseer　Maiter…di…dauns？〃　and　so　down　I　plumped　on　the　lift　side
of　her　leddyship；　to　be　aven　with　the　willain。　Botheration！　it　wud　ha　done
your　heart　good　to　percave　the　illigant　double　wink　that　I　gived　her　jist
thin　right　in　the　face　with　both　eyes。

But　the　little　ould　Frinchman　he　niver　beginned　to　suspict　me　at　all　at
all；　and　disperate　hard　it　was　he　made　the　love　to　her　leddyship。　〃Woully
wou；〃　says　he；　Pully　wou；〃　says　he；　〃Plump　in　the　mud；〃　says　he。

〃That's　all　to　no　use；　Mounseer　Frog；　mavourneen；〃　thinks　I；　and　I　talked
as　hard　and　as　fast　as　I　could　all　the　while；　and　throth　it　was　mesilf
jist　that　divarted　her　leddyship　complately　and　intirely；　by　rason　of　the
illigant　conversation　that　I　kipt　up　wid　her　all　about　the　dear　bogs　of
Connaught。　And　by　and　by　she　gived　me　such　a　swate　smile；　from　one　ind　of
her　mouth　to　the　ither；　that　it　made　me　as　bould　as　a　pig；　and　I　jist　took
hould　of　the　ind　of　her　little　finger　in　the　most　dillikitest　manner　in
natur；　looking　at　her　all　the　while　out　o'　the　whites　of　my　eyes。

And　then　ounly　percave　the　cuteness　of　the　swate　angel；　for　no　sooner　did
she　obsarve　that　I　was　afther　the　squazing　of　her　flipper；　than　she　up　wid
it　in　a　jiffy；　and　put　it　away　behind　her　back；　jist　as　much　as　to　say；
〃Now　thin；　Sir　Pathrick　O'Grandison；　there's　a　bitther　chance　for　ye；
mavourneen；　for　it's　not　altogether　the　gentaal　thing　to　be　afther　the
squazing　of　my　flipper　right　full　in　the　sight　of　that　little　furrenner
Frinchman；　Mounseer　Maiter…di…dauns。〃

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。　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。

〃Thin；〃　says　he；　the　willian；　〃Och　hon！　and　a　wolly…wou；　pully…wou；〃　and
then　wid　that　he　shoved　up　his　two　shoulders　till　the　divil　the　bit　of　his
hid　was　to　be　diskivered；　and　then　he　let　down　the　two　corners　of　his
purraty…trap；　and　thin　not　a　haporth　more　of　the　satisfaction　could　I　git
out　o'　the　spalpeen。

Belave　me；　my　jewel；　it　was　Sir　Pathrick　that　was　unreasonable　mad　thin；
and　the　more　by　token　that　the　Frinchman　kipt　an　wid　his　winking　at　the
widdy；　and　the　widdy　she　kept　an　wid　the　squazing　of　my　flipper；　as　much
as　to　say；　〃At　him　again；　Sir　Pathrick　O'Grandison；　mavourneen：〃　so　I　just
ripped　out　wid　a　big　oath；　and　says　I；

〃Ye　little　spalpeeny　frog　of　a　bog…throtting　son　of　a　bloody　noun！〃　　and
jist　thin　what　d'ye　think　it　was　that　her　leddyship　did？　Troth　she　jumped
up　from　the　sofy　as　if　she　was　bit；　and　made　off　through　the　door；　while　I
turned　my　head　round　afther　her；　in　a　complate　bewilderment　and
botheration；　and　followed　her　wid　me　two　peepers。　You　percave　I　had　a
reason　of　my　own　for　knowing　that　she　couldn't　git　down　the　stares
althegither　and　intirely；　for　I　knew　very　well　that　I　had　hould　of　her
hand；　for　the　divil　the　bit　had　I　iver　lit　it　go。　And　says　I；　〃Isn't　it
the　laste　little　bit　of　a　mistake　in　the　world　that　ye've　been　afther　the
making；　yer　leddyship？　Come　back　now；　that's　a　darlint；　and　I'll　give　ye
yur　flipper。〃　But　aff　she　wint　down　the　stairs　like　a　shot；　and　thin　I
turned　round　to　the　little　Frinch　furrenner。　Och　hon！　if　it　wasn't　his
spalpeeny　little　paw　that　I　had　hould　of　in　my　own　　why　thin　　thin　it
wasn't　　that's　all。

And　maybe　it　wasn't　mesilf　that　jist　died　then　outright　wid　the　laffin'；
to　behold　the　little　chap　when　he　found　out　that　it　wasn't　the　widdy　at
all　at　all　that　he　had　had　hould　of　all　the　time；　but　only　Sir　Pathrick
O'Grandison。　The　ould　divil　himself　niver　behild　sich　a　long　face　as　he
pet　an！　As　for　Sir　Pathrick　O'Grandison；　Barronitt；　it　wasn't　for　the
likes　of　his　riverence　to　be　afther　the　minding　of　a　thrifle　of　a　mistake。
Ye　may　jist　say；　though　（for　it's　God's　thruth）；　that　afore　I　left　hould
of　the　flipper　of　the　spalpeen　（which　was　not　till　afther　her　leddyship's
futman　had　kicked　us　both　down　the　stairs；　I　giv'd　it　such　a　nate　little
broth　of　a　squaze　as　made　it　all　up　into　raspberry　jam。

〃Woully　wou；〃　says　he；　〃pully　wou；〃　says　he　　〃Cot　tam！〃

And　that's　jist　the　thruth　of　the　rason　why　he　wears　his　lift　hand　in　a
sling。

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