human
received me with high good humour.
gpt
To Ballinrobe, your honour? he said, and drove off like a true son of Nimshi. As soon as he was fairly on the way, I said that I should like to drive to Ballinrobe by Lough Mask House.
human
It's not on our way, your honour, was the first and civil objection. I then observed that I wished to go that way in order to call on Mr. Boycott.
gpt
Sure it's a different way altogether, your honour, was the answer.
human
A long way round, your honour. Then I said, after the brutal Saxon fashion,
gpt
Go that way, nevertheless. No answer, but the speed of the car relaxed until two other cars came up. Then a particularly wild Irish conversation was kept up among the drivers, and I observed a pleasant commercial gentleman who was bound for the village, as distinguished from the landing-place of Cong, laughing consumedly as his car branched off and left me to pursue my way in the twilight. Then my car-driver, evidently backed by a brother car-driver, put his case plainly. He had been engaged to drive a gentleman from Cong to Ballinrobe, and would do what he had engaged to do cheerfully, but he had not engaged himself to go to Lough Mask House. It was not, as a notorious claimant said,