the floor, toasting his shins. The warmth passed him into a reflective mood.
"And I know all I need of grand ladies," he muttered, staring into the fire. I thought they were all for riding in gold coaches and smelling of beautiful flowers, and here they are mad to be chasing Irishmen in inns. I remember old Mag Cooligan fought with a whole regiment of King's troops in Bantry, and even the drums stopped beating, the soldiers were that much interested. But, sure, everybody would be knowing that Mag was no grand lady, although Pat Cooligan, her brother, was pig-killer to half the country-side. I am thinking we were knowing little about grand ladies. One of the soldiers had his head broke by a musket because the others were so ambitious to destroy the old lady, and she scratching them all. 'T was long remembered in Bantry."
"Hold your tongue about your betters," said I sharply. "Don't be comparing this Mag Cooligan with a real Countess."
"There would be a strange similarity any how," said he. "But, sure, Mag never fought in inns, for the reason that they would not be letting her inside."
"Remember how little you are knowing of them, Paddy," said I. "'T is not for you to be talking of the grand ladies when you have seen only one, and you would not be knowing another from a fish. Grand ladies are eccentric, I would have you to know. They have their ways with them which are not for omadhauns like you to understand."
"Eccentric, is it?" said he. "I thought it would be some such devilment."
"And I am knowing," said I with dignity, "of one
