The Macdermots of Ballycloran. Anthony Trollope

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      "For nothing indeed! Where would I be getting the coat on my back, and the roof over my head?—no, the poor themselves always make out something for me; and you, Denis, that are comfortable, would of course be sorry to set a bad example to those that are not so."

      "Oh then, yer riverence is poking yer fun at me."

      "No fun at all, Denis. If you that have the money don't pay your priest, who is to, I'd like to know. Fun indeed! no, but it's good earnest I'm talking; and if you have a character that you wish to support, and to give your children after you, it's now you should be looking to it."

      Denis McGovery began twirling his hat round in his hand, and bending his knees, as if nonplussed. He had known well enough, beforehand, what the priest would say to him, and the priest too, what answer he would get. The question in these cases is, which would cajole the other the best, and of course the priest would have the best of it. This may seem odd to those who do not know the country; but did he not do so, the Roman Catholic clergyman could not get even the moderate remuneration which he does receive for his laborious services.

      "Oh, yer riverence," continued Denis, attempting a grim smile, "you know it's the young woman, or her friends, as always pays the priest mostly."

      "And who is the young woman, Denis; Betsy Cane, isn't it?"

      "No, Father John," said Denis, blushing almost black through his dark skin; "it ain't Betsy."

      "Not Betsy Cane! why she told me three weeks ago you were to be married to her."

      "And so I was, yer riverence, only ye see for a mistake as happened."

      "A mistake! Was it she made the mistake or you?"

      "Why it warn't exactly herself thin as did it; it war her mother."

      "Her mother made a mistake! What mistake did her mother make?"

      "Along of the cow, yer riverence." Denis seemed very slow of explaining, and Father John began to be impatient.

      "What cow, Denis? How did the mother's making a mistake about the cow prevent your marrying her daughter?"

      "Why, yer riverence, then, if you'll let me, I'll jist explain the matter. Ould Betsy Cane—that's her mother you know—promised me the brown cow, yer riverence may know, as is in the little garden behint the cabin, for her dater's fortin; and says I to her, 'Well, may be she may be worth four pound tin, Mrs. Cane.' 'Four pound tin,' says she, 'Mr. McGovery; and you to know no better than that, and she to calve before Christmas! well then, four pound tin indeed,'—jist in that manner, yer riverence. Well then I looks at the cow, and she seemed a purty sort of a cow, and I agreed to the bargain, yer honer, purviding the cow turned out to be with calf. Well, yer honer, now it's no such thing, but it's sticking me she was entirely about, the cow: so now she got the cow and her daughter both at home; and likely to for me."

      "And so, Denis, you broke your promise, and refused to marry the girl you were engaged to, because a cow was not in calf?"

      "No I didn't, yer honer; that is, I did refuse to marry the girl; why wouldn't I? But I didn't break my promise, becase I only promised, purviding—; and you see, Father John, they was only decaving me."

      "Well, Denis; and who is it after all that you are going to have?"

      "Well, then, it's jist Mary Brady."

      "What! Pat Brady's sister is it?"

      "Iss, yer honer."

      "And is her cow really in the family way?"

      "Now yer riverence 'll make a handle of that agin me!"

      "Never mind, Denis, how I handle the cow, so long as you handle the calf; but has Mary a cow?"

      "No, Father John, she aint got a cow then, as I knows on."

      "Well, Denis, and what fortune are you to get? You are not the man would take a wife unless she brought something with her."

      "Well then, it's only jist a pair of young pigs and a small thrifle of change."

      "A trifle of change, eh! Then, Mr. McGovery, I take it, it wasn't only along of the mistake about a cow that you left poor Betsy Cane, but you found you could do better, I suppose."

      "Well then, it might be jist a little of both; but you see, Father John, they war the first to decave me."

      "Well, Denis, and when's the wedding to be?"

      "Oh—then, to-morrow evening, if yer riverence plazes."

      "What! so soon, Denis? Take care; perhaps after all Betsy Cane's cow may calve; see; would you be too much in a hurry after the pigs?"

      "Sorrow to the tongue of me then that I tould yer riverence a word about it!"

      "But what are you in such a hurry about? Won't the pigs do as well at Pat Brady's as they will down at Drumsna?"

      "Why you see, Father John, after to-morrow is Friday, which wouldn't do for the two legs of mutton Pat brought from Carrick with him yesterday, and the fine ham, yer riverence, Mrs. McKeon, long life to her, has sent us up from Drumsna; and Saturday wouldn't shute at all, seeing the boys will mostly be dhrunk, which may be yer honer wouldn't like on the morning of the blessed Sabbath."

      "Nor on any other morning. Can't they take their fun without getting drunk, like beasts? But drunk they'll be, of course. And why would not Monday do?"

      "Why that's next week, yer riverence!"

      "You've remained single all this time, and only jilted poor Betsy Cane last week; and are you so hot after Mary Brady that you can't wait till next Monday to be married? Or is it the pigs, Denis? Are you afraid Pat may change his mind about the pigs, as you did about the cow?"

      "Oh, drat the cow now, Father McGrath! and will ye never be aisy with yer joke agin a poor boy? It was not about the pigs then, nor nothing of the kind, but jist that I heard as how, but—" and Denis began scratching his head—"yer honer 'll be after twisting what I'll be tellin' yer, and poking your fun at me."

      "Not I, my boy; out with it. You know nothing goes farther with me."

      "Then it war just this, yer riverence, as makes me so hurried about getting the thing done. I heard tell that Tom Ginty, the pig-jobber, has comed home to Dromod from where he was away tiv' Athlone; and they do be telling me, he brought a thrifle of money with him; and yer honer knows Mary had half given a promise to Ginty afore he went: and so, yer riverence, lest there be any scrimmage betwixt Ginty and I, ye see it's as well to get the marriage done off hand."

      "Oh yes, I see; you were afraid Tom Ginty would be taking Mary Brady's pigs to Athlone. That was it, was it?"

      "No, yer honer, I war not afraid of that; but it might be as well there should be no scrimmage betwixt us, as in course there would not be, and we oncet man and wife. But as in course Mary has promised me now, she could not go and act like that."

      "Why no, Denis, not well; unless, you know, she was to find your cow would not have any calf; eh?"

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