"I took a mortal dislike to that Mr.Brian O'Neill the first time I ever saw him.

He's an Irishman, and that's enough, and too much for me.

Off with the gloves, Phoebe! When I order a thing, it must be done." Phoebe seemed to find some difficulty in getting off the gloves, and gently urged that she could not well go into the cathedral without them.
This objection was immediately removed by her mother's pulling from her pocket a pair of mittens, which had once been brown, and once been whole, but which were now rent in sundry places; and which, having been long stretched by one who was twice the size of Phoebe, now hung in huge wrinkles upon her well-turned arms.
"But, papa," said Phoebe, "why should we take a dislike to him because he is an Irishman?
Cannot an Irishman be a good man ?" The verger made no answer to this question, but a few seconds after it was put to him observed that the cathedral bell had just done ringing; and, as they were now got to the church door, Mrs.Hill, with a significant look at Phoebe, remarked that it was no proper time to talk or think of good men, or bad men, or Irishmen, or any men, especially for a verger's daughter.
We pass over in silence the many conjectures that were made by several of the congregation concerning the reason why Miss Phoebe Hill should appear in such a shameful shabby pair of gloves on a Sunday.

After service was ended, the verger went, with great mystery, to examine the hole under the foundation of the cathedral; and Mrs.Hill repaired, with the grocer's and the stationer's ladies, to take a walk in the Close, where she boasted to all her female acquaintance, whom she called her friends, of her maternal discretion in prevailing upon Mr.Hill to forbid her daughter Phoebe to wear the Limerick gloves.
In the meantime, Phoebe walked pensively homewards, endeavouring to discover why her father should take a mortal dislike to a man at first sight, merely because he was an Irishman: and why her mother had talked so much of the great dog which had been lost last year out of the tan- yard; and of the hole under the foundation of the cathedral! "What has all this to do with my Limerick gloves ?" thought she.

The more she thought, the less connection she could perceive between these things: for as she had not taken a dislike to Mr.Brian O'Neill at first sight, because he was an Irishman, she could not think it quite reasonable to suspect him of making away with her father's dog, nor yet of a design to blow up Hereford Cathedral.