Hogan?" he asked.
Kate gave either a feigned or a real start as he spoke.
"Laughed at!" she exclaimed, as if surprised; "throth I wasn't thinkin
of you at all, Mr. Hycy. What wor you sayin'?"
"That if my name ever happens to be mentioned in connection with
this business, I'll send the whole kit of you--hammers, budgets,
and sothering-irons--to hell or Connaught; so think of this now, and
goodnight."
"There goes as d----d vagabond," said Ned, "as ever stretched hemp; and
only that it's our own business to make the most use we can out of him,
I didn't care the devil had him, for I don't like a bone in his skin."
"Why," said Philip, "I see what he's at now. Sure enough he'll put the
copin'-stone on Bryan. M'Mahon at any rate--that, an' if we can get the
house and place out of him--an' what need we care?"
"Send us to hell or Connaught," said Kate; "well, that's not bad--ha!
ha! ha!"
"What are you neigherin' at?" said her husband; "and what set you
a-caoklin' to his face a while ago?"
She shook her head carelessly. "No matther," she replied, "for a raison
I had."
"Would you let me know your raison, if you plaise?"
"If I plaise--ay, you did well to put that in, for I don't plaise to let
you know any more about it. I laughed bekaise I liked to laugh; an' I
hope one may do that 'ithout being brought over the coals about it.
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