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"
Yes
.
And
I
'll
make
Father
Keon
my
private
chaplain
.
We
'll
have
a
family
party
.
"
"
Faith
,
Mr.
Henchy
,
"
said
the
old
man
,
"
you
'd
keep
up
better
style
than
some
of
them
.
I
was
talking
one
day
to
old
Keegan
,
the
porter
.
'
And
how
do
you
like
your
new
master
,
Pat
?
'
says
I
to
him
.
'
You
have
n't
much
entertaining
now
,
'
says
I.
'
Entertaining
!
'
says
he
.
'
He
'd
live
on
the
smell
of
an
oil-rag
.
'
And
do
you
know
what
he
told
me
?
Now
,
I
declare
to
God
I
did
n't
believe
him
.
"
"
What
?
"
said
Mr.
Henchy
and
Mr.
O'Connor
.
"
He
told
me
:
'
What
do
you
think
of
a
Lord
Mayor
of
Dublin
sending
out
for
a
pound
of
chops
for
his
dinner
?
How
's
that
for
high
living
?
'
says
he
.
'
Wisha
!
wisha
,
'
says
I.
'
A
pound
of
chops
,
'
says
he
,
'
coming
into
the
Mansion
House
.
'
'
Wisha
!
'
says
I
,
'
what
kind
of
people
is
going
at
all
now
?
"
At
this
point
there
was
a
knock
at
the
door
,
and
a
boy
put
in
his
head
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
From
the
Black
Eagle
,
"
said
the
boy
,
walking
in
sideways
and
depositing
a
basket
on
the
floor
with
a
noise
of
shaken
bottles
.
The
old
man
helped
the
boy
to
transfer
the
bottles
from
the
basket
to
the
table
and
counted
the
full
tally
.
After
the
transfer
the
boy
put
his
basket
on
his
arm
and
asked
:
"
Any
bottles
?
"
