"Faith, I'm proud to see you looking so well." "What brought you here, Biddy ?" said his honour.
"'Deed, I had a longing to see my friends and the ould country, that's why." His honour looked round the cabin.

Tim lay asleep curled up in the corner, and I, wide-awake, sat up and listened to all they said.
"Go down and make fast his honour's boat, Barry," said my father.
I obeyed reluctantly, for I was curious to know what these three had to say to one another.
I found his honour's boat already fast, and returned as quickly as I could to the cabin.
Biddy's shrill voice, as I came near, rose above the other two.
"It served your turn, Maurice Gorman," said she.

"You know as well as me one of the two boys is--" "Whisht!" exclaimed my father; "there he is." And as I entered the talk suddenly dropped, and I felt quite abashed to see them all look at me as they did.
"Well, well, Biddy," said his honour presently, "you're a decent woman, and I'll help you.

You shall have the forty pounds when you get back to Paris.

My agent there will see to it, and you shall have a letter to him." "Your honour's a gentleman," said Biddy with a courtesy.