Mated from the Morgue: A Tale of the Second EmpireO'Shea, John Augustus
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Mated from the Morgue: A Tale of the Second Empire
O'Shea, John Augustus
France -- History -- Second Empire, 1852-1870 -- Fiction
'Alas!' said O'Hoolohan, rising, 'that is one of our national failings.
We never think of to-morrow. I had it myself, but the discipline of the
barrack-yard made me methodical and gave me habits of order that grew
into my nature. If I hadn't some foresight when I had the means of
earning money; I would be in debt to-day and the debtor is a slave. I
tell you what, sir, one of the worst lessons we Irish want to learn is
the lesson of thrift--to put by something when the sun shines against
the rainy day.'
O'Hara felt himself colouring, but his visitor had delicacy enough to
pretend not to see it.
'Now, may I crave the favour I came for?' asked O'Hoolohan as he rose to
leave.
'Assuredly.'
'Will you be my best man at the church of Saint Etienne du Mont in a
certain ceremony one of these mornings?'
'With a heart-and-a-half; but have you really proposed?'
'Aye, and been accepted. I never fight my battles by halves.'
'Then,' said O'Hara, grasping his hands in a cordial grip, 'I sincerely
wish you joy. Count upon me to turn up at the wedding in full fig with
my holiday face on.'
'Thanks,' said O'Hoolohan, 'thanks. I knew you were a brick. For the
present, farewell. The splicing will take place as soon as it can be
managed--but be sure I'll let you know in time;' and he moved towards
the door. As he reached the threshold he suddenly stopped and exclaimed,
'By Mars the immortal! I was near forgetting. This is what comes of
being in love. I have another service to ask of you.'
'Name it, by all means.'
'Oh! it's a mere formality. Will you be my second in a duel?'
'With the greatest pleasure in life,' said O'Hara; 'but, stay, which
comes off first, the wedding or the duel?'
O'Hoolohan cogitated for awhile as if he had not given that a thought
before.
'The duel first--of course, the duel first!' he exclaimed. 'The wedding
can wait, but the other, you know, is an affair of honour.'
'Hadn't you better let me know something about the quarrel? We may be
able to arrange it.'
'Not likely,' said O'Hoolohan drily. 'I must be fairly bothered,' he
added. 'Now that I recollect, it was to tell you all about the quarrel I
came here expressly, but one thing has driven the other clean out of my
mind.'
'Sit down,' said O'Hara, 'and go ahead.'
CHAPTER X.
'LA JEUNE FRANCE.'
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