He came up to the hall-door, and--'Well, Mrs.Buckley,' says he, 'what's the news ?' '_Be dhe husth_,' says I, 'before I sell you the chickens, let me ax is the _Cooleen Bawn_ at home ?' 'She is,' says he, lookin' me sharp and straight in the face; 'do you want her ?' 'I would like to see her,' says I, 'for a minute or two.' 'Ay,' says he, back agin to me, 'you have a message--and you know besides that she never buys chickens; that's my business.' 'But,' says I, back agin, 'I was tould by him that you were faithful, and could be depinded on.' 'Ay,' says he; 'but I thought he had left the counthry.' 'Troth, then,' says I, 'he's to the fore still, and won't lave the counthry till he sees her wanst more, at all events.' 'Have you a letther ?' 'Betherahin,' says I, 'could you let me see her; for he tould me to say to her that she is not, to indite letthers to him, for fraid of discovery.' 'Well,' says he, 'as the master's at home, I'll have some difficulty in spakin' to her.

Devil a move she gives but he watches; and we got a new servant the other day, and devil a thing she is but a spy from Sir Robert Whitecraft, and some people say that her master and she forgot the Gospel between them.

Indeed I believe that's pretty well known; and isn't he a horrid villain to send such a vagabone to attend and be about the very woman that he expects to be his own wife ?'" "Don't be so particular in your descriptions, Mrs.Buckley," said Reilly.

"Did you see the _Cooleen Bawn_ ?" "Look at that," she replied, opening her hand, and showing him a golden guinea--"don't you know by that that I seen her?
but you must let me go on my own way.

'Well,' says Lanigan, the cook, 'I must go and see what I can do.' He then went upstairs, and contrived to give her a hint, and that was enough.