he'd ax of it. Ye needn't be talking of respect."
Several of the party remarked, "that's thrue," and the publican felt that he had said the right thing. Danny Quin's son here rose and went round the circle with the bottle. The attention was accepted with protests, or with groans that betokened indifference to all earthly affairs. Young Quin sat down again. He was not drunk, but he had been drinking and crying on and off for three days and nights, and his big limbs felt tremulous and his brain hot.
"A nice, dacent little man as ever was in the barony," said an old woman glibly; "the Lord have mercy on him, 'tis he got the death very sudden " -- she crossed her self -- "and very quare, the Lord save us."
"I undherstand," said the publican, conscious of leading the conversation with ability, "that he sustained fatal injuries from a fall."
"Arrah, what fatal injuries!" returned the old woman with scorn; "no, but to break his neck was what he done. Didn't he walk out over the brink o' t