What with the cold air, and what with the whisky, and what with the jolting, Mr.Mollett was very cross when he reached the Kanturk Hotel, so that he only cursed the driver instead of giving him the expected gratuity.
"I'll come to yer honour in the morning," said the driver.
"You may go to the devil in the morning," answered Mr.Mollett; and this was the first intimation of his return which reached the ears of his expectant son.
"There's the governor," said Aby, who was then flirting with Miss O'Dwyer in the bar.

"Somebody's been stroking him the wrong way of the 'air." The charms of Miss O'Dwyer in these idle days had been too much for the prudence of Mr.Abraham Mollett; by far too much, considering that in his sterner moments his ambition led him to contemplate a match with a young lady of much higher rank in life.

But wine, which "inspires us" and fires us "With courage, love, and joy," had inspired him with courage to forget his prudence, and with love for the lovely Fanny.
"Now, nonsense, Mr.Aby," she had said to him a few minutes before the wheels of the covered car were heard in South Main Street.

"You know you main nothing of the sort." "By 'eavens, Fanny, I mean every word of it; may this drop be my poison if I don't.

This piece of business here keeps me and the governor hon and hoff like, and will do for some weeks perhaps; but when that's done, honly say the word, and I'll make you Mrs.M.Isn't that fair now ?" "But, Mr.Aby--" "Never mind the mister, Fan, between friends." "La! I couldn't call you Aby without it; could I ?" "Try, my darling." "Well--Aby--there now.