end, and to go asleep
this way, an' us both in the very room with a sperit," says he. "The
crass o' Christ about us!" says he; and with that he was goin' to shake
Lawrence to waken him, but he just remimbered if he roused him, that
he'd surely go off to his bed, an' lave him complately alone, an' that
id be by far worse.

'"Oh thin," says my father, "I'll not disturb the poor boy. It id be
neither friendly nor good-nathured," says he, "to tormint him while he
is asleep," says he; "only I wish I was the same way, myself," says he.

'An' with that he beginned to walk up an' down, an' sayin' his prayers,
until he worked himself into a sweat, savin' your presence. But it was
all no good; so he dthrunk about a pint of sperits, to compose his mind.

'"Oh," says he, "I wish to the Lord I was as asy in my mind as Larry
there. Maybe," says he, "if I thried I could go asleep;" an' with that
he pulled a big arm-chair close beside Lawrence, an' settled himself in
it as well as he could.

'But there was one quare thing I forgot to tell you. He couldn't
help, in spite av himself, lookin' now an' thin at the picthur, an' he
immediately obsarved that the eyes av it was follyin' him about, an'
starin' at him, an' winkin' at him, wheriver he wint. "Oh," says he,
when he seen that, "it's a poor chance I have," says he; "an' bad luck
was with me the day I kem into this unforthunate place," says he. "But
any way there's no use in bein' freckened now," says he; "for if I am to
die, I may as well parspire undaunted," says he.

'Well, your honour, he thried to keep himself quite an' asy, an' he
thought two or three times he might have wint asleep, but for the way
the storm was groanin' and creakin' through the great heavy branches
outside, an' whistlin' through the ould chimleys iv the castle. Well,
afther one great roarin' blast iv the wind, you'd think the walls iv the
castle was just goin' to fall, quite an' clane, with the shakin' iv it.
All av a suddint the storm stopt, as silent an' as quite as if it was
a July evenin'. Well, your honour, it wasn't stopped blowin' for
three minnites, before he thought he hard a sort iv a noise over the
chimley-piece; an' with that my father just opened his eyes the smallest
taste in life, an' sure enough he seen the ould squire gettin' out iv
the picthur, for all the world as if he was throwin' aff his ridin'
coat, until he stept out clane an' complate, out av the chimley-piece,
an' thrun himself do