What's more, none of your liberties or familiarities with strangers; but it's Don Miguel, devil a less.

'Don Miguel, av it's plazing to you to take a drop of Xeres before your meat ?' or, 'Would you have a shaugh of a pipe or cigar when you're done ?' That's the way of it." "And Sir George Dashwood," said I, "has he been here?
Has he inquired for me ?" "Every day either himself or one of the staff comes galloping up at luncheon time to ask after you; and then they have a bit of tender discourse with the senhora herself.

Oh, devil a bit need ye fear them, she's true blue; and it isn't the major's fault,--upon my conscience it isn't,--for he does be coming the blarney over her in beautiful style." "Does Miss Dashwood ever visit here ?" said I, with a voice faltering and uncertain enough to have awakened suspicion in a more practised observer.
"Never once; and that's what I call unnatural behavior, after you saving her life; and if she wasn't--" "Be silent, I say." "Well, well, there, I won't say any more; and sure it's time for me to be putting on my beard again.

I'm going to the Casino with Catrina, and sure it's with real ladies I might be going av it wasn't for Major Power, that told them I wasn't a officer; but it's all right again.

I gave them a great history of the Frees from the time of Cuilla na Toole, that was one of the family and a cousin of Moses, I believe; and they behave well to one that comes from an ould stock." "Don Miguel! Don Miguel!" said a voice from the garden.
"I'm coming, my angel! I'm coming, my turtle-dove!" said Mike, arranging his mustaches and beard with amazing dexterity.