My very temples ache at the recollection." "Is Mister O'Mealey at home ?" said a very rich Cork accent, as the well-known and most droll features of Dr.Maurice Quill appeared at the door.
"Come in, Maurice," said the major; "and for Heaven's sake, behave properly.

The poor fellow must not have a row about his bedside." "A row, a row! Upon my conscience, it is little you know about a row, and there's worse things going than a row.

Which leg is it ?" "It's an arm, Doctor, I'm happy to say." "Not your punch hand, I hope.

No; all's right.

A neat fellow you have for a servant, that Mickey Free.