he added, "how he confessed to heaping the creel of turf for the
Farrells, and crying with poor Widow Magowran?"

The stranger could have told him that, if he had seen the comical wink
which the aforesaid Mat had given to one of the servant-maids, as
he reported his own sympathy and benevolence to his master, he might
probably have somewhat restricted his encomium upon him.

"I can't say, sir," he replied, "that I paid particular attention to the
dialogue between you."

"Bless me," exclaimed Father Peter, "what am I about? Walk into the
parlor, sir. Why should I have kept you standing here so long? Pray,
take a seat, sir. You must think me very rude and forgetful of the
attention due to a gentleman of your appearance."

"Not at all, sir," replied the other, seating himself--"I rather think
you were better engaged and in higher duties than any that are likely to
arise from my communication with you."

"Well, sir," replied the priest, smiling, "that you know is yet to be
determined on; but in the mane time I'll be happy to hear your business,
whatever it is; and, indeed, from your looks, although the Lord knows
they're often treacherous, I tell you that if I can stretch a point
to sarve you I will; provided always that I can do so with a good
conscience, and provided also that I find your character and conduct
entitle you to it. So, then, I say, let us have at the business you
spake of, and to follow up this proposition with suitable energy, what's
your name and occupation? for there's nothing like knowing the ground
a man stands on. I know you're a stranger in this neighborhood, for I