"Oh, Biddy, I must tell him that! He would love your _bon-mots_.

Did he--did he say when he would be back ?" "That he did not," said Biddy, still absorbed over the kettle.

"But there's nothing in that at all.

Ye can't be always expecting a man to give account of himself.

Now, mavourneen, I'll give ye your tay, and ye'll be able to get up when ye feel like it.