But _is_ Mr.O'Moore ready ?" "He is, sorr, barring the waistcoat.

_Take a fresh tie, Master Dennis.
The master 'll not be pleased to take ye out with one like that.

Sure it's haste that's the ruin of the white ties all along._ Did ye find the young gentleman a pair of shoes, sorr ?" "Won't those I threw in fit you ?" asked our host.
"I've got them.

The least bit too large.

A thousand thanks." "Can you dance in them ?" "I'll try," replied Dennis, and judging by the sound, he did try then and there, singing as he twirled, "Bad luck to this marching, Pipe-claying and starching, How neat one must be to be killed by the French!" But O'Brien's audible delight and the progress of the song were checked by the lieutenant, who had dressed himself, and was now in the sitting-room.
"O'Brien!" "Sorr!" "If Mr.O'Moore is not ready, I must go without him." "He's ready and waiting, sorr," replied O'Brien.
"_Have ye got a pocket-handkerchief, Master Dennis, dear?
There's the flower for your coat.