I've been doing business in Limerick, and I bring a message from the Attorney-General to ask you to attend his office at the earliest moment." Dyck Calhoun, noting his glance at a bottle of port, poured out a glass of the good wine and handed it over, saying: "It'll taste better to you because you've been travelling hard, but it's good wine anyhow.

It's been in the cellar for forty years, and that's something in a land like this." Mallow accepted the glass of port, raised it with a little gesture of respect, and said: "Long life to the King, and cursed be his enemies!" So saying he flung the wine down his throat--which seemed to gulp it like a well--wiped his lips with a handkerchief, and turned to Miles Calhoun again.
"Yes, it's good wine," he said; "as good as you'd get in the cellars of the Viceroy.

I've seen strange things as I came.

I've seen lights on the hills, and drunken rioters in the roads and behind hedges, and once a shot was fired at me; but here I am, safe and sound, carrying out my orders.

What time will you start ?" he added.
He took it for granted that the summons did not admit of rejection, and he was right.