It might have been remarked that the Hogans eyed Bryan, soon after making his appearance, with glances expressive of anything but good feeling.

It was not, however, when he first arrived, or danced with Hanna Cavanagh, that these boding glances were turned upon him, but on the occasion of his performing a reel with Kathleen.

It might have been noticed that they looked at him, and afterwards at each other, in a manner that could admit of but little misapprehension.
"Philip," observed Finigan, addressing the elder Hogan,--"Philip, the Macedonian--monarch of Macedon, I say, is not that performance a beautiful specimen of the saltatory art?
There is manly beauty, O Philip! and modest carriage.
"'With aquil beauty formed, and aquil grace, Hers the soft blushes of the opening morn, And his the radiance of the risen day.'" "It's night now, misther, if you plaise," returned Hogan, gruffly; "but we don't want your opinion here--stick to your pothooks and hangers--keep to your trade." "The _pot-hooks_ and _hangers_ are more _tui generis_, you misbegotten satyr," replied the schoolmaster; "that is, more appropriately concatenated with your own trade than wid mine.

I have no trade, sirra, but a profession, and neither have you.

You stand in the same degraded ratio to a tradesman that a rascally quack does to a regular surgeon." "You had better keep a civil tongue in jour head," replied Hogan, nettled at the laughter which the schoolmaster raised at his expense.
"What! a civil tongue for you! Polite language for a rascally sotherer of ould skillets and other anonymous utensils.