On separating, the same baleful and pallid glances were exchanged between the brothers, who clearly possessed an instinctive community of feeling upon the chief incident of the night--we mean that of finding M'Clutchy in their sister's bedroom.
Irwin noticed their mute, motionless, but ghastly resentment, as did Phil himself, who, whether they looked at him or not, felt that their eyes were upon him, and that come what might, so long as he remained in the country he was marked as their victim.

This consciousness of his deserts was not at all lessened by the observations of Irwin upon his conduct; for be it known, that although there subsisted a political bond that caused Phil and the violent spirits of the neighborhood to come frequently together, yet nothing could exceed the contempt which they felt for him in his private and individual capacity.
"Brother M'Clutchy," said Irwin, "I'm afraid you've made a bad night's work of it.

By the moon above us, I wouldn't take the whole Castle Cumber property and stand in your shoes from this night out." "Why so ?" said Phil, who was now safe and beyond their immediate reach; "why so, Irwin?
I'll tell you what, Irwin; d---- my honor, but I think you're cowardly.

Did you see how steady I was to-night?
Not a syllable escaped my lips; but, zounds, didn't you see how my eye told ?" "Faith, I certainly did, brother Phil, and a devilish bad tale it told, too, for yourself.

Your father has promised me a new lease, with your life in it; but after this night, and after what I saw, I'll beg to have your name left out of that transaction." "But didn't you see, George," returned Phil, "that a man of them durstn't look me in the face?
They couldn't stand my eye; upon my honor they couldn't." "Ay," said Burke, "that's because they're Papishes.