What armour has she got against such a one as you ?" "She shall not need armour." "If you're a gentleman, Mr.Neville,--as I know you are,--you will not give her occasion to find out her own wakeness.

Well, if it isn't past one I'm a sinner.

It's Friday morning and I mus'n't ate a morsel myself, poor papist that I am; but I'll get you a bit of cold mate and a drop of grog in a moment if you'll take it." Neville, however, refused the hospitable offer.
"Father Marty," he said, speaking with a zeal which perhaps owed something of its warmth to the punch, "you shall find that I am a gentleman." "I'm shure of it, my boy." "If I can do no good to your friend, at any rate I will do no harm to her." "That is spoken like a Christian, Mr.Neville,--which I take to be a higher name even than gentleman." "There's my hand upon it," said Fred, enthusiastically.

After that he went to bed.
On the following morning the priest was very jolly at breakfast, and in speaking of the ladies at Ardkill made no allusion whatever to the conversation of the previous evening.

"Ah no," he said, when Neville proposed that they should walk up together to the cottage before he went down to his boat.