"
"Right, Father Magauran; do put a heap on them, if you can; but, at all
events, let them be brimmers; I'm going to propose a toast."
"Let it be a lady, Lindsay, if you love me," said the parson, filling
his glass.
"Sorra hair I care if it is," said the priest, "provided she's dacent
and attends her duty; go on, squire; give us her name at once, and don't
keep the parson's teeth watering."
"Be quiet, reverend gentlemen," said Lindsay, laughing; "how can a man
speak when you take the words out of his mouth?"
"The Lord forbid we'd swallow them, though," subjoined the parson; "if
we did, we'd not be long in a state of decent sobriety."
"Talk about something you understand, my worthy friends, and, allow me
to proceed," replied the host; "don't you know that every interruption
keeps you from your glass? Gentlemen, I have great pleasure in proposing
the health of my excellent and worthy step-son, who has, after a long
absence, made me and all my family happy by his return amongst us. I
am sure you will all like him when you come to know him, and that the
longer you know him, the better you will like him.
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