Ha! ha! ha!' 'But come, Terry,' cried Lord Clonbrony, 'I'll pull down your pride.
How finely, another time, your job of the false ceiling answered in the hall.

I've heard that story, and have been told how the sheriffs fellow thrust his bayonet up through your false plaster, and down came tumbling the family plate hey, Terry?
That hit cost your friend, Lord everybody-knows-who, more than your head's worth, Terry.' 'I ask your pardon, my lord, it never cost him a farthing.' 'When he paid L7000 for the plate, to redeem it ?' 'Well! and did not I make up for that at the races of -- ?
The creditors learned that my lord's horse, Naboclish, was to run at--races; and, as the sheriff's officer knew he dare not touch him on the race-ground, what does he do, but he comes down early in the morning on the mail-coach, and walks straight down to the livery stables.

He had an exact description of the stables, and the stall, and the horse's body-clothes.
'I was there, seeing the horse taken care of; and, knowing the cut of the fellow's jib, what does I do, but whips the body-clothes off Naboclish, and claps them upon a garrone that the priest would not ride.
'In comes the bailiff--"Good morrow to you, sir," says I, leading out of the stable my lord's horse, with an OULD saddle and bridle on.
'"Tim Neal," says I to the groom, who was rubbing down the garrone's heels, "mind your hits to-day, and WEE'L wet the plate to-night." '"Not so fast, neither," says the bailiff--"here's my writ for seizing the horse." '"Och," says I, "you wouldn't be so cruel."' "That's all my eye," says he, seizing the garrone, while I mounted Naboclish, and rode him off deliberately to -- ' 'Ha! ha! ha!--That was neat, I grant you, Terry,' said Lord Clonbrony.
'But what a dolt of a born ignoramus must that sheriffs fellow have been, not to know Naboclish when he saw him!' 'But stay, my lord--stay, Miss Nugent--I have more for you,' following her wherever she moved.

'I did not let him off so, even.

At the cant, I bid and bid against them for the pretended Naboclish, till I, left him on their hands for 500 guineas.