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Old McB. Well, there's many that way, neither born nor bred, but that does very well in the world; and think what it would be to live in the big shingled house, in Ballynavogue, with him! Honor. I'd rather live here with you, father. Old McB. Then I thank you kindly, daughter, for that, but so would not I for you, and then the jaunting-car, or a coach, in time, if he could!
Old McB. Well, then, miracles will never cease! here's one in your favour, Honor; so take her, Randal, fortune and all a wife of five hundred. Randal. Catty. I the same, if she had not a pinny in the world. Mr. Carv. Happiest of men! Don't kneel or go in to ecstasies now, I beg, till I know the rationale of this. Was not I consulted? did not I give my opinion and advice in favour of another?
Carv. Bankrupt, at this instant all under seizure to the supervisor. Mr. Gerald O'Blaney has fled the country. Old McB. Then, Honor, you are without a penny; for all her fortune, 500l., was in his hands. Randal. Then I'm as happy to have her without a penny happier I am to prove my love pure. Catty. God bless you for my own son! That's our way of thinking, Mr.
I couldn't but think very ill of it, father; thinking ill, as I do, of him. Father dear, say no more, don't be breaking my heart I'll never have that man; but I'll stay happy with you. Old McB. Why, then, I'll be contint with that same; and who wouldn't? If it's what you'd rather stay, and can stay contint, Honor dear, I'm only too happy. Honor. In what can you fau't him, only his being a Rooney?
McB u, who entertained us most kindly; and on the 14th looked in at Mississaga post, an establishment which appeared to possess but few attractions as a place of residence; consisting of a few miserable log buildings, surrounded by a number of pine-bark wigwams, the temporary residence of the natives; several of whom came reeling into the house after our arrival, there being an opposition party there.
Look up at me, and remember the promise you gave me, when Catty should be rasonable and is not she rasonable now? Old McB. I did not hear a word from her about the bog of Ballynascraw. Catty. Is it the pitiful bit? No more about it! Make crame cheeses of it what care I? 'Twas only for pride I stood out not that I'm thinking of now!
Old McB. Where are you now, Catty? and you, Pat, ye unfortinate liar? Pat. Oh, I am an unfortinate liar, and I beg your honour's pardon this once. Mr. Carv. A most abandoned liar, I pronounce you. Pat. Oh! I hope your honour won't abandon me, for I didn't know Miss Honor was under her ladyship, Mrs.
Take your own time, my good Matthew I'll be as slow as you plase only love's quick. Old McB. Slow and sure love and all fast bind, fast find three and two, what does that make? O'Bla. It used to make five before I was in love. Old McB. And will the same after you're married and dead. What am I thinking of?
I'll stay then with you, father dear, say that will plase you. Ay, you may well put your two hands before your face; if you'd any touch of natural affection at all, that young man would have been the last of all others you'd ever have thought of loving or liking any way. Honor. Oh! if I could help it! Old McB. There it is. This is the way the poor fathers is always to be trated.
Honor. Recollect it was he that would have dishonoured my family, in me, if he could. Old McB. But he repints now; and what can a man do but repint, and offer to make honourable restitution, and thinking of marrying, as now, Honor dear; is not that a condescension of he, who's a sort of a jantleman? Honor. A sort, indeed a bad sort. Old McB. Why, not jantleman born, to be sure. Honor. Nor bred.
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