He was an athletic fellow of about twenty-eight,
dressed in brown frieze. His features were swarthy, and his eyes
black; in every lineament of his countenance was a jumble of
savagery and roguishness. I never saw a more genuine wild Irish
face - there he stood looking at me full in the face, his hat in
one hand and his shillealah in the other.
"Well, what do you want?" said I, after we had stared at each other
about half a minute.
"Sure, I'm just come on the part of the boys and myself to beg a
bit of a favour of your reverence."
"Reverence," said I, "what do you mean by styling me reverence?"
"Och sure, because to be styled your reverence is the right of your
reverence."
"Pray what do you take me for?"
"Och sure, we knows your reverence very well."
"Well, who am I?"
"Och, why Father Toban to be sure."
"And who knows me to be Father Toban?"
"Och, a boy here knows your reverence to be Father Toban."
"Where is that boy?"
"Here he stands, your reverence."
"Are you that boy?"
"I am, your reverence."
"And you told the rest that I was Father Toban?"
"I did, your reverence."
"And you know me to be Father Toban?"
"I do, your reverence."
"How do you know me to be Father Toban?"
"Och, why because many's the good time that I have heard your
reverence, Father Toban, say mass."
"And what is it you want me to do?"
"Why, see here, your reverence, we are going to embark in the dirty
steamer yonder for ould Ireland, which starts as soon as the tide
serves, and we want your reverence to bless us before we goes."
"You want me to bless you?"
"We do, your reverence, we want you to spit out a little bit of a
blessing upon us before we goes on board."
"And what good would my blessing do you?"
"All kinds of good, your reverence; it would prevent the dirty
steamer from catching fire, your reverence, or from going down,
your reverence, or from running against the blackguard Hill of
Howth in the mist, provided there should be one."
"And suppose I were to tell you that I am not Father Toban?"
"Och, your reverence, will never think of doing that."
"Would you believe me if I did?"
"We would not, your reverence."
"If I were to swear that I am not Father Toban?"
"We would not, your reverence."
"On the evangiles?"
"We would not, your reverence."
"On the Cross?"
"We would not, your reverence."
"And suppose I were to refuse to give you a blessing?"
"Och, your reverence will never refuse to bless the poor boys."
"But suppose I were to refuse?"
"Why, in such a case, which by-the-bye is altogether impossible, we
should just make bould to give your reverence a good big bating."
"You would break my head?"
"We would, your reverence."
"Kill me?"
"We would, your reverence."
"You would really put me to death?"
"We would not, your reverence."
"And what's the difference between killing and putting to death?"
"Och, sure there's all the difference in the world.
