caterers, who sent four of their own waiters with it, much to the
indignation of the steward's staff, who resented this as a slight
on their professional abilities.

Mrs. Campbell told me the story in some such words as these:

"About ten minutes before your father, the new Lord-Lieutenant,
was expected, the chiefs-steward put his head into the ladies'
cabin and called out to me, 'Mrs. Campbell, ma'am! For the love of
God come into the saloon this minute.' 'What is it, then, Mr.
Murphy?' says I. 'Wait till ye see,' says he. So I go into the
saloon where there was the table set out for supper, so grand that
ye wouldn't believe it, and them four Dublin waiters was all lying
dead-drunk on the saloon floor.

"'I put out the spirit decanters on the supper-table,' says Mr.
Murphy, 'and see! Them Dublin waiters have every drop of it drunk
on me,' he goes on, showing me the empty decanters. 'They have
three bottles of champagne drunk on me besides. What will we do
with them now? The new Lord Lieutenant may be arriving this
minute, and we have no time to move the drunk waiters for'ard.
Will we put them in the little side-cabins here?' 'Ah then!' says
I, 'and have them roaring and shouting, and knocking the place
down maybe in half an hour or so? I'm surprised at ye, Mr. Murphy.
We'll put the drunk waiters under the saloon table, and you must
get another table-cloth. We'll pull it down on both sides, the way
the feet of them will not show." So I call up two stewards and the
boys from the pantry, and we get the drunk waiters arranged as
neat as herrings in a barrel under the saloon table. Mr. Murphy
and I put on the second cloth, pulling it right down to the floor,