"And he ain't rampageous and highty-tighty? He don't give hisself no
airs?"

"Well, no; nothing in particular. Why should the man be such a fool
as that?"

"Why, in course? But they are such fools, Father Bernard. They does
think theyselves such grand folks. Now don't they? I'd give a dandy
of punch all round to the company just to hear you put him down
once; I would. But he isn't upsetting at all, then?"

"Not the last time we met, he wasn't; and I don't think he intends
it. Things have come to that now that the parsons know where they
are and what they have to look to. They're getting a lesson they'll
not forget in a hurry. Where are their rent charges to come from--
can you tell me that, Mrs. O'Dwyer?"

Mrs. O'Dwyer could not, but she remarked that pride would always
have a fall. "And there's no pride like Protesthant pride," said
Fanny. "It is so upsetting, I can't abide it." All which tended to
show that she had given up her Protestant lover.

"And is it getthing worse than iver with the poor crathurs?" said
Mrs. O'Dwyer, referring, not to the Protestants, but to the victims
of the famine.

"Indeed it's getting no betther," said the priest, "and I'm fearing
it will be worse before it is over. I haven't married one couple in
Drumbarrow since November last."