It's a fine portly mass against the morning sky, and I perceive you fly a flag over it.' 'When the lord is at home.' 'Ay, and by the way, do you give him his title while talking to him here ?' 'The tenants do, and the neighbours and strangers do as they please about it.' 'Does he like it himself ?' 'If I was to guess, I should perhaps say he does like it.

Here we are now.
Inside this low gate you are within the demesne, and I may bid you welcome to Kilgobbin.

We shall build a lodge here one of these days.

There's a good stretch, however, yet to the castle.

We call it two miles, and it's not far short of it.' 'What a glorious morning.