"
This was a staggerer to the priest, who recruited his ingenuity by
drinking Peter's health, and Ellish's.
"Have you nobody in your eye for him, Mrs. Connell?"
"Faith, I'll engage she has," replied Peter, with a ludicrous
grin--"I'll venture for to say she has that."
"Very right, Mrs. Connell; it's all fair. Might one ask who she is; for,
to tell you the truth, Dan is a favorite of mine, and must make it a
point to see him well settled."
"Why, your Reverence," replied Peter again, "jist the one you
mintioned."
"Who? I? Why I mentioned nobody."
"An' that's the very one she has in her eye for him, plase your
Reverence--ha, ha, ha! What's the world widout a joke, Docthor? beggin'
your pardon for makin' so free wid you."
"Peter, you're still a wag," replied the priest; "but, seriously, Mrs.
Connell, have you selected any female, of respectable connections, as a
likely person to be a wife for Dan?"
"Indeed no, your Reverence, I have not. Where could I pitch upon a
girl--barrin' a Protestant, an' that 'ud never do--who has a fortune to
meet what Dan's to get?"
The priest moved his chair a little, and drank their healths a second
time.
"But you know, Mrs. Connell, that Dan needn't care so much about
fortune, if he got a girl of respectable connections.
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