What is she like ?" "It wouldn't interest you," says the professor.
"I beg your pardon, it is profoundly interesting; I've got to keep an eye on you, or else in a weak moment you will let her marry you." The professor moves uneasily.
"May I ask how you knew I _had_ a ward ?" "That should go without telling.

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.