head, haughty-like, "Why do you stand dallying in a lady's bower when your followers are being beaten on the lawn outside?"
I cannot give you Lady Mary's exact words, for I was so astonished at their utterance; but I give you a very good purport of them.
"Is it the beating of my men?" I said. "Troth, that 's what I pay them for. And whoever gives them a good drubbing saves me the trouble. I saw they had Paddy down on the turf, but he 's a son of the ould sod, and little he 'll mind being thrown on his mother. But if it 's Jem Bottles you 're anxious about, truth to tell I 'm more sorry for those that come within range of his stick than for Jem with his back to the wall. Bottles can take care of himself in any company, for he 's a highwayman in an excellent way of business."
I always like to mention anything that 's in favour of a man, and so I told her what profession Bottles followed. She gave a toss of her head, and gave me a look that had something like contempt in it, which was far from being pleasant to endure. Then she began walking up and down the room, and it was plain to see that my Lady was far from being pleased with me.
"Poor fellows! Poor faithful fellows! That's what comes of having a fool for a master."
"Indeed, your ladyship," said I, drawing myself up to my full height, which was n't so very much short of the door itself, "there are worse things than blows from a good honest cudgel. You might better say, 'This is what comes to a master with two fools for servants.'"
