"The best?
Ah! there's only one, and it's not the best--but there are worse--and it's Kavanagh's." I found it easily enough, and was ushered by a civil man, who emerged from the shop which occupies part of it, into a sort of reading-room with a green table.

A rather slatternly but very active girl soon converted this into a neat breakfast-table, and gave me an excellent breakfast.
The landlord found me a good car, and off I set for the residence of Father Maher, the curate of whom I had heard as one of the most fiery and intractable of the National League priests in this part of Ireland.
My jarvey was rather taciturn at first, but turned out to be something of a politician.

He wanted Home Rule, one of his reasons being that then they "wouldn't let the Americans come and ruin them altogether, driving out the grain from the markets." About this he was very clear and positive.

"Oh, it doesn't matter now whether the land is good or bad, America has just ruined the farmers entirely." I told him I had always heard this achievement attributed to England.
"Oh! that was quite a mistake! What the English did was to punish the men that stood up for Ireland.

There was Mr.O'Brien.