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Oh, Catty, your son you couldn't curse! Mr. Carv. Silence, and let me be heard. Leave this lady to me; I know how to manage these feminine vixens. Mrs. Catherine Rooney, listen to me you are a reasonable woman. Catty. I am not, nor don't pretend to it, plase your honour. Mr. Carv. But you can hear reason, madam, I presume, from the voice of authority. Catty.
Ma'am, she'll larn manners in time Lon'on was not built in a day. It i'n't to be expected of she! Mrs. Carv. It is not to be expected indeed that she should learn every thing at once; so one thing at a time, good Bloomsbury, and one person at a time. Leave Honor to me for the present. Bloom. Certainly, ma'am; I beg pardon I was only saying Mrs. Carv.
No such word in my presence, madam. Catty. Oh, but I'm ready to swear to it, plase your honour, in or out of the presence: the whole Rooney faction every Rooney, big or little, that was in it, was bet, and banished the town and fair of Ballynavogue, for no rason in life, by them McBrides there, them scum o' the earth. Mr. Carv.
Oh! mother, don't put him to his oath, lest he'd perjure himself. Pat. I'll swear: do you think I'd be making a liar of myself? Honor. Father Phil dear hear me one word! Randal. Hear her oh! hear her go to her. Honor. Old McB. Plase your honour, would you ask the rascal what time? Mr. Carv. Don't call him rascal, sir no rascals in my presence.
Rooney. Mr. Carv. That woman has certainly more ways of making a noise, without speaking, than any woman upon earth. Proceed, Philip. Phil. Depind on it, it's all lies, Mrs. Rooney, says I, ma'am. No, but you lie, flourishing Phil, says she. With that every McBride to a man, rises from the table, catching up chairs and stools and toomblers and jugs to revenge Honor and me.
Pinalties there are in plinty; still those who can afford should indulge. In Ireland it would as ill become a gentleman to be any way shy of a law-shute, as of a duel. Mr. Carv. Yet law is expensive, sir, even to me. O'Bla. But 'tis the best economy in the end; for when once you have cast or non-shuted your man in the courts, 'tis as good as winged him in the field.
The little clerk's place, plase your honour that my master, Counshillor O'Blaney, tould me he spoke about to your honour, and was recommending me for to your honour. Mr. Carv. Never never heard one syllable about it, till this moment. Pat. Oh! murder: but I expict your honour's goodness will Mr. Carv.
Since it is, it seems, necessary, my good girl, that you should leave home, I am glad that you are not too proud to go into service. Honor. Oh! into your service, ma'am, I'd be too proud if you'd be kind enough to accept me. Mrs. Carv. Then as to wages, what do you expect? Honor. Any thing at all you please, ma'am. Bloom. We shall bring these Irish knees into training by and by, I hopes. Honor.
Yet as to poor people, I always settle them by telling them, it is my principle that law is too expensive for the poor: I tell them, the poor have nothing to do with the laws. O'Bla. Except the penal. Mr. Carv. True, the civil is for us, men of property; and no man should think of going to law, without he's qualified. There should be licenses. O'Bla. No doubt.
I don't know how that may be, sir, but I gave my approbation to the match; and I really am not accustomed to have my advice or opinion neglected or controverted. Yet, on the other hand Enter a Footman with a note, which he gives to Mr. I hav'n't a word. Mr. Carv. Here's news will make you all in as great astonishment as I own I am. Old McB. What is it? Randal.
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