'Is the large room damp, Thady?~ said his honour.
'Oh damp, your honour! how should it be but as dry as a bone,' says I, 'after all the fires we have kept in it day and night? It's the barrack-room your honour's talking on [See GLOSSARY 20].'
'And what is a barrack-room, pray, my dear?' were the first words I ever heard out of my lady's lips.
'No matter, my dear,' said he, and went on talking to me, ashamed-like I should witness her ignorance. To be sure, to hear her talk one might have taken her for an innocent [See GLOSSARY 21], for it was, 'What's this, Sir Kit? and what's that, Sir Kit?' all the way we went. To be sure, Sir Kit had enough to do to answer her.
'And what do you call that, Sir Kit ?' said she; 'that-- that looks like a pile of black bricks, pray, Sir Kit?'
'My turf-stack, my dear,' said my master, and bit his lip.
Where have you lived, my lady, all your life, not to know a turf- stack when you see it? thought I; but I said nothing. Then by and by she takes out her glass, and begins spying over the country.
'And what's all that black swamp out yonder, Sir Kit?' says she.