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Old McB. Son ay that she thinks too good for you for you, Honor; you, the Lily of Lismore that might command the pride of the country. Oh! Honor dear, don't be lessening yourself; but be a proud girl, as you ought, and my own Honor. Honor. Oh, when you speak so kind!
Young McBRIDE looks out eagerly to the side at which HONOR is expected to enter RANDAL looking over his shoulder, exclaims There she comes! Innocence in all her looks. Catty. Oh! that we shall see soon. No making a fool of me. Old McB. My daughter's step I should know it. CARVER takes a chair out of the way. Catty. Walk in walk on, Miss Honor. Oh, to be sure, Miss Honor will have justice.
I would not fear to gain that in due time, if you would stand my friend in forbidding her the sight of Randal. Old McB. I will with pleasure, that for tho' I won't force her to marry to plase me, I'll forbid her to marry to displase me; and when I've said it, whatever it is, I'll be obeyed. O'Bla. That is all I ax. Old McB. But now what settlement, counshillor, will you make on my girl? O'Bla.
McB., this office." "No, I don't like McB.," said Blix. "He's too ornamental, somehow." "He wouldn't do for K. D. B., would he?" "Oh, my, no! He'd make her very unhappy." "'Widower, two children, home-loving disposition, desires introduction to good, honest woman to make home for his children. Matrimony, if suitable. B. P. T., Box A, this office."
Honor. And to give a little ase to mine, father, perhaps you could promise Old McB. What? I'll promise nothing at all I'll promise nothing at all I'll promise nothing I couldn't perform. Honor. But this you could perform asy, dear father: just hear your own Honor. Honor. It is in rason entirely. It's only, that if Catty Rooney's Honor.
Honor is not pennyless: the three hundred you gave me to lodge with O'Blaney is safe here. Old McB. Oh, she's not pinnyless! Well, I never saw money with so much pleasure, in all my long days, nor could I think I'd ever live to give it away with half so much satisfaction as this minute.
Old McB. Quite and clane and stiff, I thank my God; and I'm glad, in spite of the vowel before your name, Mr. O'Blaney, to hear you are of the same kidney. O'Bla. I'm happy to find myself agreeable to you, sir. Old McB. But, however agreeable to me, as I won't deny, it might be, sir, to see my girl made into a gentlewoman by marriage, I must observe to you O'Bla.
CARVER stand Old MATTHEW McBRIDE, leaning on his stick; beside him, PHILIP McBRIDE, with his silver-hilted whip in his hand. A Constable at some distance behind Mr. CARVER'S chair. Mr. CARVER looking over and placing his books, and seeming to speak to his clerk. Catty. Old McB. Dacency, when you see his honour preparing his throat. CARVER clears his throat again. Catty.
Old McB. I lave that to whoever has it, Honor: 'tis enough for me, I see what you do and that's what I go by. Honor. Oh, me! and what did I do to displase you, father? Carver's. I thought that would plase you, father. Old McB. Is it to lave me, Honor? Is it that you thought would plase me, Honor?
But she might be brought to rason, father; and if she should be brought to give up that claim to the bit o' bog of yours, and when all differs betwix' the families be made up, then you would consent. Old McB. When Catty Rooney's brought to rason! Oh! go shoe the goslings, dear, ay, you'll get my consint then. There's my hand: I promise you, I'll never be called on to perform that, Honor, jewel.
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