'Thin he began cryin' like a child as he lay. I was sorry as I had niver been before. 'Tis an awful thing to see a strong man cry. '“I'll swear on the Cross!” sez I. '“I care for none av your oaths,” sez he. '“Come back to your quarters,” sez I, “an' if you don't believe the livin', begad, you shall listen to the dead,” I sez. 'I hoisted him an' tuk him back to his quarters. “Mrs. Bragin,” sez I, “here's a man that you can cure quicker than me.” '“You've shamed me before my wife,” he whimpers. '“Have I so?” sez I. “By the look on Mrs. Bragin's face I think I'm for a dhressin'-down worse than I gave you.” 'An' I was! Annie Bragin was woild wid indignation. There was not a name that a dacint woman cud use that was not given my way. I've had my Colonel walk roun' me like a cooper roun' a cask for fifteen minutes in Ord'ly Room, bekaze I wint into the Corner Shop an' unstrapped lewnatic; but all I iver tuk from his rasp av a tongue was ginger-pop to fwhat Annie tould me. An' that, mark you, is the way av a woman. 'Whin ut was done for want av breath, an' Annie was bendin' over her husband, I sez: “'Tis all thrue, an' I'm a blayguard an' you're an honest woman; but will you tell him of wan service that I did you?” 'As I finished speakin' the Corp'ril man came up to the veranda, an' Annie Bragin shquealed. The moon was up, an' we cud see his face. '“I can't find her,” sez the Corp'ril man, an' wint out like the puff av a candle. '“Saints stand betune us an' evil!” sez Bragin, crossin' himself; “that's Flahy av the Tyrone.” '“Who was he?” I sez, “for he has given me a dale av fightin' this day.” 'Bragin tould us that Flahy was a Corp'ril who lost his wife av cholera in those quarters three years gone, an' wint mad, an' _walked_ afther they buried him, huntin' for her. '“Well,” sez I to Bragin, “he's been hookin' out av Purgathory to kape company wid Mrs. Bragin ivry evenin' for the last fortnight. You may tell Mrs. Quinn, wid my love, for I know that she's been talkin' to you, an' you've been listenin', that she ought to ondherstand the differ 'twixt a man an' a ghost. She's had three husbands,” sez I, “an' _you_'ve got a wife too good for you. Instid av which you lave her to be boddered by ghosts an'--an' all manner av evil spirruts. I'll niver go talkin' in the way av politeness to a man's wife again. Good-night to you both,” sez I; an' wid that I wint away, havin' fought wid woman, man and Divil all in the heart av an hour. By the same token I gave Father Victor wan rupee to say a mass for Flahy's soul, me havin' discommoded him by shticking my fist into his systim.' 'Your ideas of politeness seem rather large, Mulvaney,' I said.