human
Well, Con; how are you?
gpt
Why thin, yer honour, I'm only puirly. It's bad times as is on us now, indeed and indeed.
human
Whose fault is that?
gpt
Not yer honour's. I will allys say that for your honour. You never did nothing to none of us.
human
You had land on the estate till some twelve months since, and then you were evicted for five gales of rent.
gpt
That's thrue, too, yer honour.
human
You ought to be a rich man now, seeing that you have got two-and-a-half years' rent in your pocket, and I ought to be poor, seeing that I've got none of it.
gpt
Is it puir for yer honour, and is it rich for the like of me?
human
What have you done with the money, Con,--the five gales of rent?
gpt
I suppose the Landleaguers have had some of it.
human
I suppose they have, thin; the black divil run away with them for Laaguers!
gpt
Have you quarrelled with the League, Con?
human
I have quarrelled with a'most of the things which is a-going at the present moment.
gpt
I'm sorry for that, as quarrels with old friends are always bad.
human
The Laague, then, isn't any such old friend of mine. I niver heerd of the Laague, not till nigh three years ago. What with Faynians, and moonlighters, and Home-Rulers, and now with thim Laaguers, they don't lave a por boy any pace.