'Is he fierce--is there anything up--have the heifers been passing the night in the wheat, or has any one come over from Moate with a bill ?' 'No, sir, none of them; but his blood's up about something.

Ould Gill is gone down the stair swearing like mad, and Miss Kate is down the road with a face like a turkey-cock.' 'I think you'd better say I was out, Tim--that you couldn't find me in my room.' 'I daren't, sir.

He saw that little Skye terrier of yours below, and he said to me, "Mr.Dick is sure to be at home; tell him I want him immediately."' 'But if I had a bad headache, and couldn't leave my bed, wouldn't that be excuse enough ?' 'It would make him come here.

And if I was you, sir, I'd go where I could get away myself, and not where he could stay as long as he liked.' 'There's something in that.

I'll go, Tim.