"But the court desires to share that privilege with me, so perhaps you will be good enough to inform the court of your name." "If the court wants me name let the court ask it.

An' if you want to tell the court me name ye can plaze yersilf, fer it's little I think av a man that'll sit in me house by the hour forninst mesilf an' me husband there, and then let on before the court that he doesn't know the name av me." "Why, my dear Madam," said the lawyer soothingly, "it is a mere matter of form that you should tell the court your name." "A matter o' form, is it?
Indade, an' it's mighty poor form it is, if ye ask my opinion, which ye don't, an' it's mighty poor manners." At this point the judge interposed.
"Come, come," he said, "what is your name?
I suppose you are not ashamed of it ?" "Ashamed av it, Yer 'Anner!" said Mrs.Fitzpatrick, with an elaborate bow to the judge, "ashamed av it! There's niver a shame goes with the name av Fitzpatrick!" "Your name is Fitzpatrick ?" "It is, Yer 'Anner.

Mistress Timothy Fitzpatrick, Monaghan that was, the Monaghans o' Ballinghalereen, which I'm sure Yer 'Anner'll have heard of, fer the intilligent man ye are." "Mrs.Timothy Fitzpatrick," said the judge, with the suspicion of a smile, writing the name down.

"And your first name ?" "Me Christian name is it?
Ah, thin, Judge dear, wud ye be wantin' that too ?" smiling at him in quite a coquettish manner.

"Sure, if ye had had the good taste an' good fortune to be born in the County Mayo ye wudn't nade to be askin' the name av Nora Monaghan o' Ballinghalereen." The judge's face was now in a broad smile.
"Nora Fitzpatrick," he said, writing the name down.