― Et cum spiritu tuo.
And he laid his hands upon the blessed and gave thanks and he prayed and they all with him prayed:
― Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animæ tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum.
―And so say all of us, says Jack.
―Thousand a year, Lambert, says Crofton or Crawford.
―Right, says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. And butter for fish.
I was just looking round to see who the happy thought would strike when be damned but in he comes again letting on to be in a hell of a hurry.
―I was just round at the courthouse, says he, looking for you. I hope I’m not …
―No, says Martin, we’re ready.
Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver. Mean bloody scut. Stand us a drink itself. Devil a sweet fear! There’s a jew for you! All for number one. Cute as a shithouse rat. Hundred to five.
―Don’t tell anyone, says the citizen.
―Beg your pardon, says he.
―Come on boys, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue. Come along now.