Seeing that I introduce these gentlemen to my readers at the Kanturk Hotel, in South Main Street, Cork, it may be perhaps as well to add that they were both Englishmen; so that mistakes on that matter may be avoided.
The father, as soon as he had rid himself of his upper coat, his dripping hat, and his goloshes, stood up with his back to the bar-room fire, with his hands in his trousers-pockets, and the tails of his coat stuck inside his arms.
"I tell you, Aby, it was cold enough outside that infernal coach.

I'm blessed if I've a morsel of feeling in my toes yet.

Why the d---- don't they continue the railway on to Cork?
It's as much as a man's life is worth to travel in that sort of way at this time of the year." "You'll have more of it then if you intend going out of town to-morrow," said the son.
"Well; I don't know that I shall.

I shall take a day to consider of it I think." "Consideration be bothered," said Mollett junior; "strike when the iron's hot; that's my motto." The father here turned half round to his son and winked at him, nodding his head slightly towards the girl, thereby giving token that, according to his ideas, the conversation could not be discreetly carried on before a third person.
"All right," said the son, lifting his joram of brandy and water to his mouth; an action in which he was immediately imitated by his father, who had now received the means of doing so from the hands of the fair Fanny.
"And how about a bed, my dear ?" said Mollett senior; "that's a matter of importance too; or will be when we are getting on to the little hours." "Oh, we won't turn you out, Mr.Mollett," said Fanny; "we'll find a bed for you, never fear." "That's all right then, my little Venus.

And now if I had some dinner I'd sit down and make myself comfortable for the evening." As he said this, Fanny slipped out of the room, and ran down into the kitchen to see what Tom and the cook were doing.