He's but a delicate man is the earl, and has been, so long as I have known him.

He was with the army in India, and the sun, they say, give him a stroke, and ever since he have headaches that bad! But in between he seems pretty well, and nothing displeases him more than ask after his health, or how he slep the night.

But he's a good master, and I hope to end my days with him.

I'm not one as likes new faces and new places! One good place is enough for me, says I--so long as it is a good one .-- Take some of this game pie, sir." Donal made haste with his breakfast, and to Simmons's astonishment had ended when he thought him just well begun.
"How shall I find master Davie ?" he asked.
"He is wild to see you, sir.

When I've cleared away, just have the goodness to ring this bell out of that window, and he'll be with you as fast as he can lay his feet to the ground." Donal rang the handbell.