"As for bwibewy, neve' mind that," said Furlong, with a very wise nod of his head and a sagacious wink. "_We'll spend money too._ We're pwepawed for that: plenty of money will be advanced, for the gov'nment is weally anxious that Mr. Scatte'bwain should come in." "Oh, then, all's right?" said Murphy. "But--whisper--Mr. Furlong--be cautious how you mention _money_, for there are sharp fellows about here, and there's no knowing how the wind of the word might put the other party on their guard, and, maybe, help to unseat our man upon a petition." "Oh, let me alone," said Furlong. "I know a twick too many for that: let them catch me betwaying a secwet! No, no--_wather_ too sharp for that!" "Oh! don't suppose, my dear sir," said Murphy, "that I doubt your caution for a moment. I see, sir, in the twinkling of an eye, a man's character--always did--always could, since I was the height o' that;" and Murphy stooped down and extended his hand about two feet above the floor, while he looked up in the face of the man he was humbugging with the most unblushing impudence--"since I was the height o' that, sir, I had a natural quickness for discerning character; and I see you're a young gentleman of superior acuteness and discretion; but, at the same time, don't be angry with me for just hinting to you, that some of these Irish chaps are d----d rogues. I beg your pardon, Mrs. O'Grady, for saying d----n before a lady;" and he made a low bow to Mrs. Egan, who was obliged to leave the room to hide her laughter. "Now," said Furlong, "suppose befo'e the opening of the poll, we should pwopose, as it were, with a view to save time, that the bwibery oath should not be administe'd on either side." "That's an elegant idea!" said Murphy. "By the wig o' the chief justice--and that's a big oath--you're a janius, Misther Furlong, and I admire you. Sir, you're worth your weight in gold to us!" "Oh, you flatte' me!--weally," said Furlong, with affected modesty, while he ran his fingers through his Macassar-oiled ringlets. "Well, now for a start to the river, and won't we have sport! You English-taught gentlemen have only one fault on the face of the earth--you're too fond of business--you make yourselves slaves to propriety--there's no fun in you." "I beg pawdon--there," said Furlong, "we like fun in good time." "Ay; but there's where we beat you," said Murphy, triumphantly; "the genuine home-bred Paddy makes time for fun sooner than anything else--we take our own way, and live the longer." "Ah! you lose your time--though--excuse me; you lose your time, indeed." "Well, 'divil may care,' as Punch said when he lost mass, 'there's more churches nor one,' says he, and that's the way with us," said Murphy. "Come, Dick, get the fishing-lines ready; heigh for the salmon-fishery! You must know, Misther Furlong, we fish for salmon with line here."