" There's none in the County can touch you, nor in the state, " he informed his mount, with pride, the brogue of County Meath still heavy on his tongue in spite of thirty-nine years in America.
" A stentor, me ignorant broth of a boy" ! cried Mrs. Tarleton, aping his brogue. " You mean a centaur. Stentor was a man with a voice like a brass gong" . " Stentor or centaur, 'tis no matter, " answered Gerald, unruffled by his error.