Brian had been disinherited much too often to resent it all at once to-night.

As for the shotgun, that dispute or its equivalent was certainly as normal a one as regularity could make it.

And he had related many a tale unhampered by fact that Brian had simply ignored.
"What on earth has got into the lad ?" he wondered impatiently.
Ah, well, he was a good lad, clean-cut and fine, with Irish eyes and an Irish temper like his father.

Kenny forgot and forgave.

Both were a spontaneity of temperament.