I'll go up and see what the poor devil wants." He accordingly went up to the hall-door, and found Reilly there.

It was to no purpose that he had been already apprised of his disguise--it was so complete that he did not know him--his beard was half an inch long; and, besides, Reilly, knowing the risk he ran in this daring adventure, had discolored his complexion with some wash that gave it the tinge of a mulatto.

The cook was thunderstruck.
"Well, my good fellow," said he, not in the slightest degree recognizing him, "what do you want with me ?" "Lanigan," replied Reilly, "don't you know me ?" "Know you! how the devil should I know you ?--I never saw you before.
What do you want with me ?" "Lanigan," whispered the other, "did you never hear of Willy Reilly ?" "Yes, I did; have you any message from him ?" "I am the man myself," said Reilly, "but you don't know me, I am so completely disguised.

Don't you know my voice ?" "Merciful Father!" said the cook, "I'm in a doldrum; can I be sure that you don't come from Sir Robert Whitecraft, the notorious blackguard ?" "Lanigan, I am Willy Reilly: my voice ought to tell you so; but I wish to see and speak with my dear _Cooleen Bawn_." "Oh, my God, sir!" replied Lanigan, "but this love makes strange transmigrations.

She won't know you, sir." "Make your mind easy on that point," replied Reilly; "only let her know that I am here." "Come down to the kitchen then, sir, and I shall put you into the servants' hall, which branches off it.