Martin Ross,
An Irish Cousin; vol. 2/2
“ I could only feel illogically sorry at this utter break and severance in the old relations between Willy and me. I was still dawdling over my tea when Roche came in to clear away the breakfast-things. His professional eye at once detected my unused plate.“Will I get another egg biled for you, miss? Them’s cold.”“No, thank you, Roche. I am not very hungry this morning.”Roche turned a shrewd eye, like a parrot’s, upon me.“Fie, fie, miss! That’s no way for a young lady to be. ”
