te, though the Shadds
had no dealin's with the Sheehys. Ould Mother Shadd looked up quick,
an' she was the fust to see the throuble, for Dinah was her daughter.

"'I'm pressed for time to-day,' sez Judy, as bould as brass; 'an' I've
only come for Terence--my promust man. 'Tis strange to find him here
the day afther the day.'

"Dinah looked at me as though I had hit her, an' I answered straight:

"'There was some nonsinse last night at the Sheehys' quarthers, an'
Judy's carryin' on the joke, darlin',' sez I.

"'At the Sheehys' quarthers?' sez Dinah, very slow; an' Judy cut in wid:

"'He was there from nine till tin, Dinah Shadd, an' the betther half av
that time I was sittin' on his knee, Dinah Shadd. Ye may look an' ye
may look an' ye may look me up an' down, but ye won't look away that
Terence is my promust man. Terence, darlin', 'tis time for us to be
comin' home.'

"Dinah Shadd never said a word to Judy. 'Ye left me at half-past
eight,' sez she to me, 'an' I never thought that ye'd leave me for
Judy, promises or no promises. Go back wid her, you that have to be
fetched by a girl! I'm done with you,' sez she; and she ran into her
own room, her mother followin'. So I was alone with those two women,
and at liberty to spake me sintiments.

"'Judy Sheehy,' sez I, 'if you made a fool av me betune the lights, you
shall not do ut in the day. I never promised you words or lines.'

"'You lie!' sez ould Mother Sheehy; 'an' may ut choke you where you
stand!' She was far gone in dhrink.

"'An' tho' ut choked me where I stud I'd not change,' sez I. 'Go home,
Judy. I take shame for a decent girl like you dhraggin' your mother
out bareheaded on this errand. Hear, now, and have ut for an answer.
I gave me word to Dinah Shadd yesterday, an' more blame to me I was
with you last night talkin' nonsinse, but nothin' more. You've chosen
to thry to hould me on ut. I will not be held thereby for any thin' in
the world. Is that enough?'

"Judy wint pink all over. 'An' I wish you joy av the perjury,' sez
she. 'You've lost a woman that would ha' wore her hand to the bone for
your pleasure; an' 'deed, Terence, ye were not thrapped.' ... Lascelles
must ha' spoken plain to her. 'I am as such as Dinah is--'deed I am!
Ye've lost a fool av a girl that'll never look at you again, an' ye've
lost what ye niver had--your common honesty. If you manage your men as
you manage your love-makin', small wondher they call you the w