Howl, boys!" And the company set up a loud wail in my honour, and pressed round me, to pat me on the head or back and say some word of consolation.
Presently his honour motioned me to him.
"Well ?" said he inquiringly.
"All right, sir," said I.
"That's a man," said he.

"Your mother was dead before I reached her yesterday." "She was English," said the garrulous priest, who stood by, lifting his voice above the general clamour.

"She never took root among us.

Sure, your honour will remember her when she was my lady's-maid at Kilgorman.
Ochone, that was a sad business!" His honour did not attend to his reverence, but continued to look hard at me in that strange way of his.
"A sad business," continued the priest, turning round for some more attentive listener.

"It was at Kilgorman that Barry and Tim were born-- mercy on them!--the night that Terence Gorman, his honour's brother, was murdered on the mountain.