of the O’Molloys, a comely hero of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty’s counsel learned in the law, and with him the prince and heir of the noble line of Lambert.
―Hello, Ned.
―Hello, Alf.
―Hello, Jack.
―Hello, Joe.
―God save you, says the citizen.
―Save you kindly, says J. J. What’ll it be, Ned?
―Half one, says Ned.
So J. J. ordered the drinks.
―Were you round at the court? says Joe.
―Yes, says J. J. He’ll square that, Ned, says he.
―Hope so, says Ned.
Now what were those two at? J. J. getting him off the grand jury list and the other give him a leg over the stile. With his name in Stubbs’s. Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their