'It was her noble godmother, when the family resided at Castlemara, in
the county of Roscommon, the Lady Carrick-o'-Gunniol, who conferred it,'
said O'Flaherty, grandly, 'upon her god-daughter, as who had a better
right--I say, _who_ had a better right?' and he smote his hand upon the
table, and looked round inviting contradiction. 'My godmothers, in my
baptism--that's catechism--and all the town of Chapelizod won't put that
down--the Holy Church Catechism--while Hyacinth O'Flaherty, of
Coolnaquirk, Lieutenant Fireworker, wears a sword.'
'Nobly said, lieutenant!' exclaimed Toole, with a sly wink over his
shoulder.
'And what about that leedy's neeme, Sir?' demanded the enamoured
fireworker.
'By Jove, Sir, it is quite true, Lady Carrick-o'-Gunniol _was_ her
godmother:' and Toole ran off into the story of how that relationship
was brought about; narrating it, however, with great caution and
mildness, extracting all the satire, and giving it quite a dignified and
creditable character, for the Lieutenant Fireworker smelt so
confoundedly of powder that the little doctor, though he never flinched
when occasion demanded, did not care to give him an open.
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