I was not long in detecting the speakers, who, with their backs turned to us, were seated at the great table discussing a very liberal allowance of pigeon-pie, a flask of champagne standing between them.
"Don't now! don't I tell ye; it's little ye know Galway, or ye wouldn't think to make up to me, squeezing my foot." "Upon my soul, you're an angel, a regular angel.

I never saw a woman suit my fancy before." "Oh, behave now.

Father Magrath says--" "Who's he ?" "The priest; no less." "Oh, confound him!" "Confound Father Magrath, young man ?" "Well, then, Judy, don't be angry; I only meant that a dragoon knows rather more of these matters than a priest." "Well, then, I'm not so sure of that.

But anyhow, I'd have you to remember it ain't a Widow Malone you have beside you." "Never heard of the lady," said Power.
"Sure, it's a song,--poor creature,--it's a song they made about her in the North Cork, when they were quartered down in our county." "I wish to Heaven you'd sing it." "What will you give me, then, if I do ?" "Anything,--everything; my heart, my life." "I wouldn't give a trauneen for all of them.

Give me that old green ring on your finger, then." "It's yours," said Power, placing it gracefully upon Miss Macan's finger; "and now for your promise." "May be my brother might not like it." "He'd be delighted," said Power; "he dotes on music." "Does he now ?" "On my honor, he does." "Well, mind you get up a good chorus, for the song has one, and here it is." "Miss Macan's song!" said Power, tapping the table with his knife.
"Miss Macan's song!" was re-echoed on all sides; and before the luckless general could interfere, she had begun.