'
Bridget sighed and looked down upon his amber hair. Indeed, if The
Lifter is to be believed, she passed her fingers caressingly through
these insinuating locks.
When the visitor was certain that everyone was asleep, he arose, and
looking about him, said,
'This must be a very large house. Many rooms in it?'
'Oi; a morthal large number.'
'I have never seen the house of a rich man. Would you show me
through? My eyes are acheen to see the valuable furniture and things.'
'Aisy, till they get asleep, my lammie.' He was so gentle that he
suggested a lamb to her Milesian imagination. He therefore told her
some new version of the banishment of frogs from the Island of Saints
by St. Patrick, and expounded the trinitine mysteries of the three-leaved
clover. She was delighted; and I believe that had he 'popped the
question,' she would have said 'Yes, me darlint,' straightway.
Presently the two are making a tour of the lower part of the house,
and The Lifter expresses his wonder at the luxury by a series of
aspirated 'Oh's!'
'This is his library; that place beyant.'
'Let me see _it,'_ quoth the Lifter; and the two went silently
in.
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