"So do I.There's no difficulty whatever in the matter.

Mrs.Misset has a maid." "Oho!" said Gaydon.
"The maid's name is Jenny." "Aha!" said Wogan.
"She's a very good friend of mine." "O'Toole!" cried Misset, indignantly.

"My wife's maid--a very good friend of yours ?" "Sure she is, and you didn't know it," said O'Toole, with a chuckle.

"I am the cunning man, after all.

She would do a great deal for me would Jenny." "But has she courage ?" asked Wogan.
"Faith, her father was a French grenadier and her mother a _vivandiere_.
It would be a queer thing if she was frightened by a little matter of lying in bed and pretending to be someone else." "But can we trust her with the secret ?" asked Gaydon.
"No!" exclaimed Misset, and he rose angrily from his chair.