In fifteen minutes it will be twelve o'clock." "I know it, ould boy, I know it.

I see what you're at.

You were going to observe how much better we'd be for a broiled bone." "Nothing of the kind, I assure you.

For Heaven's sake, no more eating and drinking!" "No more eating nor drinking! Why not?
You've a nice notion of a convivial evening.

Faith, we'll have the broiled bone sure enough, and, what's more, a half gallon of the strongest punch they can make us; an' I hope that, grave as you are, you'll favor the company with a song." "Really, Mr.Free--" "Arrah, none of your blarney! Don't be misthering me! Call me Mickey, or Mickey Free, if you like better." "I protest," said the editor, with dismay, "that here we are two hours at work, and we haven't got to the foot of the great breach." "And wasn't the army three months and a half in just getting that far, with a battering train and mortars and the finest troops ever were seen?
And there you sit, a little fat creature, with your pen in your hand, grumbling that you can't do more than the whole British army.