Woodward went early to bed, but Barney, who was better accustomed to
exercise, having dined heartily in the kitchen, could not, for the
soul of him, contain within his own bosom the awful and supernatural
adventure which had just occurred. He assumed, as before, a very solemn
and oracular air; spoke little, however, but that little was deeply
abstracted and mysterious. It was evident to the whole kitchen that
he was brimful of something, and that that something was of more than
ordinary importance.
"Well, Barney, had you and Masther Harry a pleasant day's sport? I see
you have brought home five hares," said the cook.
"Hum!" groaned Barney; "but no matther; it's a quare world, Mrs. Malony,
and there's strange things in it. Heaven bless me! Heaven bless me, and
Heaven bless us all, if it comes to that! Masther Harry said he'd send
me down a couple o' glasses of------O, here comes Biddy wid them; that's
a girl, Bid--divil sich a kitchen-maid in Europe!"
Biddy handed him a decanter with about half a pint of stout whiskey in
it, a portion of which passed into a goblet, was diluted with water, and
drunk off, after which he smacked his lips, but with a melancholy air,
and then, looking solemnly and meditatively into the fire, relapsed into
silence.
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