"Who are asking for time?"

"Why the O'Shaughrans, sir--hopin', indeed, that your honor will let
them wait till the markets rises, an not be forced to sell the grain
whin the prices is so low now that it would ridin them--but it's
wondherful the onraisonableness of some people. Says I, 'his honor, Mr.
M'Clutchy, is only doin' his duty; but a betther hearted or a kinder man
never bruk the world's bread than he is to them that desarves it at
his hands;' so, sir, they began to--but--well, well, it's no matther--I
tould them they were wrong--made it plain to them--but they wouldn't be
convinced, say what I might."

"Why, what did they say, were they abusing me--I suppose so?"

"Och! the poor sowls, sure it was only ignorance and foolishness on
their part--onraisonable cratures all or most of them is."

"Let me know at once what they said, you knave, or upon my honor and
soul I'll turn you out of the room and bring in Hanlon."

"Plaise your honor, he wasn't present--I left him outside, in regard
that I didn't think he was fit to be trust--a safe with--no matther,
'twas for a raison I had." He gave a look at M'Clutchy as he spoke,
compounded of such far and distant cunning, scarcely perceptible--and
such obvious, yet retreating cowardice, scarcely perceptible also---that
no language could convey any notion of it.

"Ah!" said Val, "you are a neat lad--but go on--what did they say, for I
must have it out of you."