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It’ssomeofthosesecularpriests,ignorant,bumptious——”
“They’reallgoodmen,”saidMr.Cunningham,“eachinhisownway.TheIrishpriesthoodishonouredalltheworldover.”
“Oyes,”saidMr.Power.
“Notlikesomeoftheotherpriesthoodsonthecontinent,”saidMr.M’Coy,“unworthyofthename.”
“Perhapsyou’reright,”saidMr.Kernan,relenting.
“OfcourseI’mright,”saidMr.Cunningham.“Ihaven’tbeenintheworldallthistimeandseenmostsidesofitwithoutbeingajudgeofcharacter.”
Thegentlemendrankagain,onefollowinganother’sexample.Mr.Kernanseemedtobeweighingsomethinginhismind.Hewasimpressed.HehadahighopinionofMr.Cunninghamasajudgeofcharacterandasareaderoffaces.Heaskedforparticulars.
“O,it’sjustaretreat,youknow,”saidMr.Cunningham.“FatherPurdonisgivingit.It’sforbusinessmen,youknow.”
“Hewon’tbetoohardonus,Tom,”saidMr.Powerpersuasively.
“FatherPurdon?FatherPurdon?”saidtheinvalid.
“O,youmustknowhim,Tom,”saidMr.Cunninghamstoutly.“Fine,jollyfellow!He’samanoftheworldlikeourselves.”
“Ah,...yes.IthinkIknowhim.Ratherredface;tall.”
“That’stheman.”
“Andtellme,Martin....
