'Tis a _ward_ the masther has taken an' nothin' more.' "I said I thought it was quite enough, and asked if you had taken it badly, and what the doctor thought of you.

But she wouldn't listen to me.
"'Look here, Misther Hardinge,' said she.

'I've come to the conclusion that wards is bad for the professor.

I haven't seen the young lady, I confess, but I'm cock-sure that she's got the divil's own temper!'" Hardinge pauses, and turns to the professor--"Has she ?" says he.
"N----o,"-- says the professor--a little frowning lovely crimson face rises before him--and then a laughing one.

"No," says he more boldly, "she is a little impulsive, perhaps, but----" "Just so.