"It was him," he said; "the Black Baronet--or rather the incarnate divil." "That's truth, at all events," observed Pat corroborating the incomplete assertion.
"It was he, sir," continued Dandy, "that thrust us out of our comfortable farm--he best knows why and wherefore--and like a true friend of liberty, he set us at large from our comfortable place, to enjoy it." "Well," replied the stranger, "if that be true it was hard; but you know every story has two sides; or, as the proverb goes, one story is well until the other is told.

Let us dismiss this.

If I engage you to attend me, can you be faithful, honest, and cautious ?" "To an honest man, sir, I can; but to no other.

I grant I have acted the knave very often, but it was always in self-defence, and toward far greater knaves than myself.

An honest man did once ax me to serve him in an honest way; but as I was then in a roguish state of mind I tould him I couldn't conscientiously do it." "If you were intrusted with a secret, for instance, could you undertake to keep it ?" "I was several times in Dublin, sir, and I saw over the door of some public office a big, brazen fellow, with the world on his back; and you know that from what he seemed to suffer I thought he looked very like a man that was keeping a secret.