I think I'll face the drains." "I don't expect that you quite realise how bad those drains are.

Does he, O'Donoghue ?" "He does not," said the doctor.
"Then you tell him," said Meldon.

"As a medical man you'll put it much more convincingly than I can." O'Donoghue cleared his throat.
"I've no doubt," said the judge, "that you can make out a pretty bad case against those drains; but I'm going on to Ballymoy to catch salmon if they're twice as rotten as they are." "It was only last winter," said Meldon, "that Mr.Simpkins wanted to prosecute Doyle on account of the condition of his drains.

You probably don't know Simpkins; but if you did, you'd understand that he's not the kind of man to take drastic action unless the drains were pretty bad." "And they're worse since," said O'Donoghue.
"It's extremely kind of you," said the judge, "to have come all this way to warn me, and of course if I knew Simpkins I might, as you say, act differently.

But I think, on the whole, I'll go on and risk it.
If I do get a septic throat or anything of the kind I shall send at once for Dr.O'Donoghue; and I shall ask you, Mr.Meldon, to write an obituary notice for the papers in case I succumb.