"All you want's a wife, and you'd have as warm a house as there is in
Galway. You'll be marrying soon, I suppose?"

"Well, I wouldn't wonder if I did. You don't take your punch; there's
brandy there, if you like it better than whiskey."

"This is very good, thank you--couldn't be better. You haven't much
land in your own hands, have you?"

"Why, no--I don't think I have. What's that you're saying?--land?--No,
not much: if there's a thing I hate, it's farming."

"Well, upon my word you're wrong. I don't see what else a gentleman has
to do in the country. I wish to goodness I could give up the gallipots
[41] and farm a few acres of my own land. There's nothing I wish so
much as to get a bit of land: indeed, I've been looking out for it, but
it's so difficult to get."

[FOOTNOTE 41: gallipots--A gallipot was a small ceramic vessel
used by apothecaries to hold medicines. The term
was also used colloquially to refer to apothecaries
themselves and even physicians (Trollope so uses
the term in later chapters).]

Up to this, Barry had hardly listened to what the doctor had been
saying; but now he was all attention. "So that is to be his price,"
thought he to himself, "he'll cost me dear, but I suppose he must have
it."