"I assure you, Mr. Woodward," said O'Connor, "that when my word requires
corroboration, I always corroborate it myself."
"But, according to Miss Goodwin's account of it, sir, that's not likely
to add much to its authenticity."
"Well, Mr. Woodward," said O'Connor, with the greatest suavity of
manner, "I'll tell you my method under such circumstances; whenever I
meet a gentleman that doubts my word, I always make him eat his onion.
"There's nothing new or wonderful in that," replied the other; "it has
been my own practice during life."
"What? to eat your own words!" exclaimed O'Connor, purposely mistaking
him; "very windy feeding, faith. Upon my honor and conscience, in that
case, your complaint must be nothing else but the colic, and not love at
all. Try peppermint wather, Mr. Woodward."
Alice saw at once, but could not account for the fact, that the
worthy gentlemen were cutting at each other, and the timid girl became
insensibly alarmed at the unaccountable sharpness of their brief
encounter. She looked with an anxious countenance, first at one, and
then at the other, but scarcely knew what to say.
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