He'll be stopping in the hotel, and he'll want the car to take him up the river in the morning.

The kind of man he is, I wouldn't like to be putting him off with my old cushions.

They're terrible bad, the way the rats has them ate on me." "If he really is a man of eminence in any walk of life," said Meldon--"a bishop, for instance, or a member of the House of Lords, or a captain of industry, you can have the cushions.

If he's simply a second-rate man of the ordinary tourist type, you can't." "He's a judge," said Doyle, "and what's more, an English judge." "I'm surprised to hear you saying a thing like that.

As a Nationalist you ought to be the last to admit that an English judge is in any way superior to an Irish one.