So it was that Mazarine's lawyer enjoyed the public attention given to his drive through the town with Mazarine.

He could hear this man say, "Hello, what's up!" or another remark that the Law and the Gospel were out for war.
Just as they were about to enter the office, however, Jonas Billings, who had a faculty for being everywhere at the interesting moment, said, so as to be heard by Mazarine and his lawyer, and all others standing near.
"Goin' to leave his property away from his wife! Makin' a new will--eh?
That's it, stamp on a girl when she's down! When you can't win the woman, keep the cash.

Woe is me, Willy, but the wild one rageth!" Jonas' drawling, nasal, high-pitched sarcasm reached Mazarine's ears and stung him.

He lurched round, and with beady eyes blinking with malice, said roughly: "The fool is known by his folly." "You don't need to label yourself, Mr.Mazarine," retorted Jonas with a grin.
The crowd laughed in approval.

The loose lower lip of the Master of Tralee quivered.