The Macdermots of Ballycloran - Trollope Anthony

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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?"

      "Oh, bother it for a calf then!"

      "No; for not being a calf, Denis."

      "Well then, yer honer, I'll jist go and spake to Father Cullen. Though he is not so good-humoured like, – at least, he don't be always laughing at a boy."

      "Come back, McGovery, and don't be a fool. Father Cullen's gone to Dromod. I think I heard him say Tom Ginty wanted him."

      "Is it Tom Ginty? but shure what would Tom be doing with Father Cullen? wouldn't he be going to his own priest? Well, what time will yer riverence come up to Pat Brady's to-morrow?"

      "Well, get the mutton done about seven to-morrow evening, and I'll be with you. But you'll ask Tom Ginty, eh?"

      "Sorrow a foot, then!"

      "Nor Betsy Cane, Denis?"

      "It ar'nt for me to ax the company, Father John, but if Betsy likes to come up and shake her feet and take her sup, she's welcome for me."

      "That's kind of you; and you know you could be asking after the – "

      "Well then, Father John, may it be long before I spake another word to you, barring my sins!"

      "Well, Denis, I've done. But, look ye now you've a good supper for the boys, and lots of the stuff, I'll go bail. Let there be plenty of them in it, and don't let them come with their pockets empty. By dad, they think their priest can live on the point without the potatoes."

      "Oh, Father John, Pat says there'll be plenty of them in it, and a great wedding he says he'll make it: there's a lot of the boys over from Mohill is to be there."

      "From Mohill, eh? then they've my leave to stay away; I don't care how little I see of the boys from Mohill. Why can't he get his company from Drumsna and the parish?"

      "Oh shure, yer riverence, an' he'll do that too; won't there be all the Ballycloran tenants, and the boys and girls from Drumleesh?"

      "Oh, yes, Drumleesh; Drumleesh is as bad as Mohill; I'm thinking it's those fellows in Drumleesh that make Mohill what it is; but I suppose Pat Brady would tell me he has a right to choose his own company."

      "Oh, Pat would not tell your riverence the like of that."

      "And he's the boy that would do it, directly. And mind this, McGovery, you've the name of a prudent fellow – when you're once married, the less you see of your brother-in-law the better, and stick to your work in Drumsna."

      "And so I manes. Oh, yer riverence, they won't be making me be wasting my hard arned wages at Mrs. Mulready's. Pat wanted me to be there last night of all, as I was coming out of the fair; but, no, says I; if ye'd like to see yer sister respectable, don't be axing me to go there; if ye'd like her to be on the roads, and me in Carrick Gaol, why that's the way, I take it."

      "Stick to that, Denis, and you'll be the better of it. Well, I'll be down with you to-morrow evening; but mind now, two thirties is the very least; and you should make it more, if you want any luck in your marriage."

      "I'll spake to Pat, Father John; you know that's his business; but your riverence, Father John, you'll not be saying anything up there before the boys and girls about you know – Betsy Cane, you know."

      "Oh! the cow! – only, you see, if you don't come down with the money as you should, it might be an excuse for your poverty. But, Denis, I'll take care; and if any one should say anything about the price of cows or the like, I'll tell them all it isn't Betsy Cane's cow, who wouldn't have the calf, though she was engaged."

      Denis McGovery now hurried off. Father John called for Judy

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