"
"Well, no matter. You admit, Bridget, that I give this money to this
blessed youth by your authority and consent."
"Surely, your Reverence; I'll never go back of it."
"Now, Phelim," said the priest, "you have the money; pray get married as
soon as possible."
"I'll give you my oath," said Phelim; "an' be the blessed iron tongs in
the grate there, I'll not lose a day in gettin' myself spliced. Isn't
she the tendher-hearted sowl, your Reverence? Augh, Mrs. Doran!"
"Leave my place," said the priest. "I cannot forget the old proverb,
that one fool makes many, but an old fool is worse than any. So it is
with this old woman."
"Ould woman! Oh, thin, I'm sure I don't desarve this from your
Reverence!" exclaimed the housekeeper, wiping her eyes: "if I'm a little
seasoned now, you know I wasn't always so. If ever there was a faithful
sarvant, I was that, an' managed your house and place as honestly as
I'll manage my own, plase Goodness."
As they left the parlor, Phelim became the consoler.
"Whisht, you darlin'!" he exclaimed. "Sure you'll have Bouncin' Phelim
to comfort you. But now that he has shut the door, what--hem--I'd
take it as a piece o' civility if you'd open my eyes a little; I
mane--hem--was it--is this doin' him, or how? Are you--hem--do you
undherstand me, Mrs. Doran?"
"What is it you want to know, Phelim? I think everything is very plain.
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