Part 2 (1/2)

”We all know the ould proverb,” said another individual; ”set a beggar on horseback, an' he'll ride to the devil. Whist! here they come.”

As the last person concluded, Purcel and the female portion of his family drew up under the shadow of the tree already alluded to, which here overhung the road, so that he came right in contact with the crowd.

”Ah, boys,” said he, with his characteristic good-humor, ”how are you all? Darby Hourigan, how are your family? Isn't this glorious weather, boys?”

”Blessed weather, sir,” replied Hourigan, who became in some degree spokesman. ”I hope your honor an' the mistress, sir, an' the young ladies is all well.”

”My honor, as you are pleased to call me, was never better in my life; as for the mistress and the young ladies there they are, so judge for yourself, Darby: but Darby my good friend, you have a d--d sneaking, slavish way with you. Why do you call me 'your honor' when you know--for I've often told you--that wouldn't bear it? Am I not one of yourselves?

and don't most of you know that I began the world upon half-a-crown, and once carried a hardware basket on my arm?--d--n it, then, speak like a man to a man, and not like a slave, as I'm half inclined to think you are.”

”Throth, sir,” replied Hourigan, with an indescribable laugh, ”an' for all that you say, there's many that gets the t.i.tle of 'your honor,' that doesn't desarve it _as well_.”

”Ah well, man! Why, there's many a man gets it that doesn't desarve it _at all_, which is saying more than you said--ha! ha! ha!”

Whilst this little dialogue took place, our worthy Buck had abandoned his place under the ikee, and flown to the car to a.s.sist the ladies off--a piece of attention not un.o.bserved by Purcel, who obliquely kept his eye upon that worthy's gallantry, and the reception it was getting from the parties to whom it was offered.

”Leedies,” said the Buck, in his politest manner and language, ”will you allow me the gallantry to help you off? Mrs. Purcel, I hope you're well.

Here, ma'am, aveel yourself of me.”

”Thank you, Mr. English; I'm much obliged,” she returned, rather coolly.

”Leedies,” he proceeded, flying to the other side, ”allow me the gallantry.”

The two young women, who were full of spirits and good humor, were laughing most heartily, _sub silentio_, at the attention thus so ceremoniously paid to their mother by a man whom, beyond all human beings, she detested. Now, however, that he came to proffer his ”gallantry” to themselves, they were certainly rather hard pressed to maintain or rather regain their gravity.

”Leedies,” the Buck continued, ”may I have the gallantry to help you off?”

”Oh, thank you, it's too much trouble, Mr. English.”

”None on airth, Miss Purcel--do let me have the high-flown satisfaction.”

”Oh, well,” she replied, ”since you will be so polite,” and giving him her hand she was about to go down, when suddenly withdrawing it, as if recollecting herself, she said, nodding with comic significance toward her sister Julia--”My sister, Mr. English, have you no gallantry for her?”

”Ah,” he whispered, at the same time gratefully squeezing her hand, ”you're a first-rate divinity--a tip-top G.o.ddess--divil a thing else.

Miss Joolia, may I presoome for to have the plisure and polite gallantry to help you off the car; 'pon honor it'll be quite grateful and prejudicial to my feelings--it will, I a.s.soore you!”

”Bless me, whose is that wedding party, Mr. English?” asked Miss Julia, pointing to the opposite direction of the road.

English instantly turned round to observe, when, by a simultaneous act, both sisters stepped nimbly from the car. Miss Julia, as if offended, but at the same time with a comic gravity of expression, exclaimed--

”Oh, fie! Mr. English, is that your boasted gallantry? I'm afraid your eight years' residence in England, however it may have improved the elegance of your language and accent, hasn't much improved your politeness!”

So saying, she and her sister tripped off to the chapel, which they immediately entered. Much about the same time their brothers arrived, mounted, certainly, upon a pair of magnificent hunters, and having handed them over to two lads to be walked about until the conclusion of Ma.s.s, they also entered the chapel, for the priest was not now more than three or four hundred yards; distant.

The jest practised so successfully upon our friend the Buck occasioned a general laugh at his expense, a circ.u.mstance which filled, him with serious mortification, if not with actual resentment, for it so happened, that one of his great foibles was such a morbid sensibility to ridicule as was absolutely ludicrous.

”Bedad, Mr. English, you wor fairly done there; in spite o' the tall English, you're no match for the ladies. Miss Julia fairly gev' you the bag to hould.”

The Buck's eye glittered with bitterness.