I arrived here to-night, to find you absent and Mrs.Mulcahy in possession, pretending to dust the furniture.

She asked me to sit down--I obeyed her." "'How's the professor ?'" said I.
"'Me dear!' said she, 'that's a bad story.

He's that distracted over a young lady that his own mother wouldn't know him!' "I acknowledge I blushed.

I went even so far as to make a few pantomimic gestures suggestive of the horror I was experiencing, and finally I covered my face with my handkerchief.

I regret to say that Mrs.Mulcahy took my modesty in bad part.
"'Arrah! git out wid ye!' says she, 'ye scamp o' the world.