Soa I tells Mulvaney an' Ortheris all t' taale thro', beginnin' to end.

''Tis larceny that wicked ould laady manes,' says t' Irishman, ' 'tis
felony she is sejuicin' ye into, my frind Learoyd, but I'll purtect
your innocince. I'll save ye from the wicked wiles av that wealthy
ould woman, an' I'll go wid ye this evenin' and spake to her the wurrds
av truth an' honesty. But Jock,' says he, waggin' his heead, ''twas
not like ye to kape all that good dhrink an' thim fine cigars to
yerself, while Orth'ris here an' me have been prowlin' round wid throats
as dry as lime-kilns, and nothin' to smoke but Canteen plug. 'Twas a
dhirty thrick to play on a comrade, for why should you, Learoyd, be
balancin' yourself on the butt av a satin chair, as if Terence Mulvaney
was not the aquil av anybody who thrades in jute!'

'Let alone me/ sticks in Orth'ris, 'but that's like life. Them wot's
really fitted to decorate society get no show while a blunderin'
Yorkshireman like you--'

'Nay,' says I, 'it's none o' t' blunderin' Yorkshireman she wants;
it's Rip. He's the gentleman this journey.'

Soa t' next day, Mulvaney an' Rip an' me goes to Mrs. DeSussa's, an'
t' Irishman bein' a strainger she wor a bit shy at fost. But you've
heeard Mulvaney talk, an' yo' may believe as he fairly bewitched t'
awd lass wal she let out 'at she wanted to tek Rip away wi' her to
Munsooree Pahar. Then Mulvaney changes his tune an' axes her solemn-like
if she'd thought o' t' consequences o' gettin' two poor but honest
soldiers sent t' Andamning Islands. Mrs. DeSussa began to cry, so
Mulvaney turns round oppen t' other tack and smooths her down, allowin'