I'd be sorry if poor Doyle had taken to drink, or gone bankrupt, or got married, or anything of that sort.

I always liked Doyle." "Doyle," said the Major sadly, "is suffering like everybody else." "New priest ?" "No.

Father Morony's alive still." "They're not piling on the rates under the pretence of getting a water supply, or running schemes of technical education, or giving scholarships in the new university, are they?
Doyle would have more sense than to allow them to break out into any reckless waste of public money." "No." "Then what's the matter with you?
I've noticed that you're looking pretty glum ever since I arrived.

Let's have the trouble, whatever it is.

I have a fortnight before me, and I need scarcely say, Major, that if I can set things right in the place, I don't mind sacrificing my holiday in the least.