If I had been afflicted with that strange malady of the body which sometimes causes men to fall to the ground and die in a moment without a word, my doom would have been sealed. It was Paddy and Hoity-Toity engaged in animated discussion.
"And if ye don't mind your eye, ye old cormorant" began Paddy.
"And you would be a highwayman, would you, gallows-bird" began the Countess.
"Cow" began Paddy.
Here for many reasons I thought it time to interfere. "Paddy!" I cried. He gave a glance at my door, recognized my face, and, turning quickly, ran through into my chamber. I barred the door even as Hoity-Toity's fist thundered on the oak.
"It 's a she-wolf," gasped Paddy, his chest pressing in and out.
"And what did you do to her?" I demanded.
"Nothing but try to run away, sure," said Paddy.
"And why would she be scratching you?"
"She saw me for one of the highwaymen robbing the coach, and there was I, devil knowing what to do, and all the people of the inn trying to put peace upon her, and me dodging, and then"
"Man," said I, grabbing his arm, "'t is a game that ends on the"
"Never a bit," he interrupted composedly. "Was n't the old witch drunk, claws and all, and did n't even the great English lord, or whatever, send his servant to bring her in, and did n't he, the big man, stand in the door and spit on the floor and go in when he saw she was for battering all the servants and using worse talk than the sailors I heard in Bristol? It would not be
