But for him there wasn't a man of Lord Lansdowne's people would have had the heart to stand up.

He did it all; and now, what were they doing to him?
They were putting him on a cold plank-bed on a stone floor in a damp cell!" "But the English put all their prisoners in those cells, don't they ?" I asked.
"And what of it, sir ?" he retorted.

"They're good enough for most of them, but not for a gentleman like Mr.O'Brien, that would spill the last drop of his heart's blood for Ireland!" "But," I said, "they're doing just the same thing with Mr.Gilhooly, I hear." "And who is Mr.Gilhooly, now?
And it's not for the likes of him to complain and be putting on airs as if he was Mr.O'Brien!" "Yes, it is a fine country for hunting!" "Was it ever put down here, the hunting ?" "No, indeed! Sure, the people wouldn't let it be!" "Not if Mr.O'Brien told them they must ?" I queried.
"Mr.O'Brien; ah, he wouldn't think of such a thing! It brings money all the time to Athy, and sells the horses." As to the troubles at Luggacurren, he was not very clear.

"It was a beautiful place, Mr.Dunne's; we'd see it presently.

And Mr.Dunne, he was a good one for sport.