"Come here, you other man," said she; "perhaps you are not such an
insolent ruffian as this? Can you tell me if Mr. and Mrs. Goodwin are at
home?"
"Are you goin' there?" asked the man, making a low bow.
"Yes, I am, my good man," she replied.
"Well, then, ma'am," he added, bowing again, "you'll find that out
when you go to the house;" and he made her another bow to wind up the
information with all due politeness.
"Barney," said she to the servant, her face inflamed with rage, "drive
on. I only wish I had those ruffianly scoundrels to deal with; I would
teach them manners to their betters at all events; and you, sirra, why
did you not use your whip and chastise them?"
"Faith, ma'am," replied our friend Barney Casey, "it's aisier said than
done wid some of us. Why, ma'am, they're the two hardiest and best men
in the parish; however, here's Pugshy Ruah turnin' out o' the gate, and
she'll be able to tell you whether they are at home or not."
"O, that's the woman they say is unlucky," observed his
mistress--"unlucky to meet, I mean; I have often heard of her; indeed,
it may be so, for I believe there are such persons; we shall speak to
her, however.
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