Mrs. Campbell told me the story in some such words as these:
"About ten minutes before your father, the new Lord-Lieutenant,
was expected, the chiefs-steward put his head into the ladies'
cabin and called out to me, 'Mrs. Campbell, ma'am! For the love of
God come into the saloon this minute.' 'What is it, then, Mr.
Murphy?' says I. 'Wait till ye see,' says he. So I go into the
saloon where there was the table set out for supper, so grand that
ye wouldn't believe it, and them four Dublin waiters was all lying
dead-drunk on the saloon floor.
"'I put out the spirit decanters on the supper-table,' says Mr.
Murphy, 'and see! Them Dublin waiters have every drop of it drunk
on me,' he goes on, showing me the empty decanters. 'They have
three bottles of champagne drunk on me besides. What will we do
with them now? The new Lord Lieutenant may be arriving this
minute, and we have no time to move the drunk waiters for'ard.
Will we put them in the little side-cabins here?' 'Ah then!' says
I, 'and have them roaring and shouting, and knocking the place
down maybe in half an hour or so? I'm surprised at ye, Mr.
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