He was a very decided English type, and as he stopped an Irishman and
asked for a light he volunteered to say:
"Excuse me, my man, for stopping you as an entire stranger. But at home
I'm a person of some importance. I'm Sir James B----, Knight of the
Garter, Knight of the Double Eagle, Knight of the Golden Fleece, Knight
of the Iron Cross. And your name is--what, my man?"
"My name," was the ready reply, "is Michael Murphy. Night before last,
last night, to-night an' every night, Michael Murphy."