The Tithe-Proctor: The Works of William Carleton, Volume TwoCarleton, William
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The Tithe-Proctor: The Works of William Carleton, Volume Two
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Whilst this little dialogue took place, our worthy Buck had abandoned
his place under the ikee, and flown to the car to assist the ladies
off--a piece of attention not unobserved by Purcel, who obliquely kept
his eye upon that worthy's gallantry, and the reception it was getting
from the parties to whom it was offered.
“Leedies,” said the Buck, in his politest manner and language, “will you
allow me the gallantry to help you off? Mrs. Purcel, I hope you're well.
Here, ma'am, aveel yourself of me.”
“Thank you, Mr. English; I'm much obliged,” she returned, rather coolly.
“Leedies,” he proceeded, flying to the other side, “allow me the
gallantry.”
The two young women, who were full of spirits and good humor, were
laughing most heartily, _sub silentio_, at the attention thus so
ceremoniously paid to their mother by a man whom, beyond all human
beings, she detested. Now, however, that he came to proffer his
“gallantry” to themselves, they were certainly rather hard pressed to
maintain or rather regain their gravity.
“Leedies,” the Buck continued, “may I have the gallantry to help you
off?”
“Oh, thank you, it's too much trouble, Mr. English.”
“None on airth, Miss Purcel--do let me have the high-flown
satisfaction.”
“Oh, well,” she replied, “since you will be so polite,” and giving him
her hand she was about to go down, when suddenly withdrawing it, as if
recollecting herself, she said, nodding with comic significance toward
her sister Julia--“My sister, Mr. English, have you no gallantry for
her?”
“Ah,” he whispered, at the same time gratefully squeezing her hand,
“you're a first-rate divinity--a tip-top goddess--divil a thing else.
Miss Joolia, may I presoome for to have the plisure and polite gallantry
to help you off the car; 'pon honor it'll be quite grateful and
prejudicial to my feelings--it will, I assoore you!”
“Bless me, whose is that wedding party, Mr. English?” asked Miss Julia,
pointing to the opposite direction of the road.
English instantly turned round to observe, when, by a simultaneous act,
both sisters stepped nimbly from the car. Miss Julia, as if offended,
but at the same time with a comic gravity of expression, exclaimed--
“Oh, fie! Mr. English, is that your boasted gallantry? I'm afraid your
eight years' residence in England, however it may have improved
the elegance of your language and accent, hasn't much improved your
politeness!”
So saying, she and her sister tripped off to the chapel, which they
immediately entered. Much about the same time their brothers arrived,
mounted, certainly, upon a pair of magnificent hunters, and having
handed them over to two lads to be walked about until the conclusion of
Mass, they also entered the chapel, for the priest was not now more than
three or four hundred yards; distant.
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