I am a hospitable man, Mr .-- what's this your name is ?" "My name, sir," replied the other, "is Reilly--William Reilly, or, as I am more generally called, Willy Reilly.

The name, sir, though an honorable one, is, in this instance, that of an humble man, but one who, I trust, will never disgrace it." "You must come home with me, Mr.Reilly.Not a word now." "Such is my intention, sir," replied Reilly.

"I shall not leave you until I see that all risk of danger is past--until I place you safely under your own roof." "Well, now," continued the old squire, "I believe a Papist can be a gentleman--a brave man--a man of honor, Mr.Reilly." "I am not aware that there is any thing in his religion to make him either dishonorable or cowardly, sir," replied Reilly with a smile.
"No matter," continued the other, who found a good deal of difficulty in restraining his prejudices on that point, no matter, sir, no matter, Mr .-- a--a--oh, yes, Reilly, we will have nothing to do with religion--away with it--confound religion, sir, if it prevents one man from being thankful, and grateful too, to another, when that other has saved his life.

What's your state and condition in society, Mr .-- ?
confound the scoundrel! he'd have shot me.

We must hang that fellow--the Red Rapparee they call him--a dreadful scourge to the country; and, another thing, Mr .-- Mr.Mahon--you must come to my daughter's wedding.
Not a word now--by the great Boyne, you must.