human
I'm much obliged to your reverence, said my husband, who was quivering with fury,
gpt
Aren't you measuring me by your own yard, sir?
human
Everybody knows what a Popish priest is, he said.
gpt
A meddlesome busybody who pokes his nose into other men's secrets. But priest or no priest, I'll have no man coming to my house to make mischief between husband and wife.
human
Are you sure, said Father Dan,
gpt
As I thought! You've been sent for to help my wife to make a great to-do of her imaginary grievances. You're to stay in the house too, and before long we'll have you setting up as master here and giving orders to my servants! But not if I know it! . . . Your reverence, if you have any respect for your penitent, you'll please be good enough to leave my wife to _my_ protection.
human
Say no more, my lord. No true priest ever comes between a man and the wife whom God has given him. It's his business to unite people, not to put them apart. As for this dear child, I have loved her since she was an infant in arms, and never so much as at the present speaking, so I don't need to learn my duty from one who appears to care no more for her than for the rind of a lemon. I'll go, sir, said the old man, drawing himself up like a wounded lion,