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O'Bla. Then, fare ye well, father-in-law that's meat and drink to me: would not ye take a glass of wine then? Old McB. Not a drop not a drop at all with money about me: I must be in a hurry home. O'Bla. That's true so best: recommind me kindly to Miss Honor, and say a great dale about my impatience and I'll be expicting Phil, and won't shut up till he comes the night. O'Bla.
So no more about condescension, my good Matthew, for love livels all distinctions. Old McB. That's very pretty of you to say so, sir; and I'll repeat it to Honor. O'Bla. Cupid is the great liveller, after all, and the only democrat Daity on earth I'd bow to for I know you are no democrat, Mr. McBride, but quite and clane the contrary way.
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'd be sorry the girl was thrown I away upon Randal. Mr. Carv. CARVER going. O'Bla. Mr. Carv. O'Bla. Mrs. CARVER'S Dressing-room. Mrs. CARVER sitting at work. BLOOMSBURY standing. Bloom. Certainly, ma'am, what I always said was, that for the commonalty, there's no getting out of an Irish cabin a girl fit to be about a lady such as you, Mrs.
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.
Old McB. No trouble in life to me ever to count my money only I'll trouble you, sir, if you please, to lock that door; bad to be chinking and spreading money with doors open, for walls has ears and eyes. O'Bla. True for you. O'Bla. O'Bla. Mr. Carver says, you are as good as the Bank of Ireland there's no going beyond that. O'Bla.
O'Bla. Asy settled that! but I hope many more duns for oats won't be calling on me this day, for cash is not to be had: here's bills plenty long bills, and short bills but even the kites, which I can fly as well as any man, won't raise the wind for me now. Re-enter PAT. Pat. Tim McGudikren, sir, for his debt and talks of the sub-sheriff, and can't wait. O'Bla.
How could I hear, backwards, as you see, from the street, and given up to my business? Catty. Business! oh! here is a fine business the McBrides have driven all before them, and chased the Roonies out of Ballynavogue. Catty Rooney! that ever you'd live to see this day! O'Bla. Rooney. Catty. No, thank you, counshillor, it's past that even! ogh! ogh! oh! wirrastrew! oh! wirrastrew, ogh!
I shall give a receipt by all means all regular: short accounts make long friends. Old McB. True, sir, and I'll come in and see about the settlements in the morning, if Honor is agreeable. O'Bla. I shall make it my business to wait upon the young lady myself on the wings of love; and I trust I'll not find any remains of Randal Rooney in her head. Old McB. Not if I can help it, depend on that.
But stay, I'll match him and I'll match myself too: that daughter Honor of his is a mighty pretty girl to look at, and since I can't get her any other way, why not ax her in marriage? Her portion is to be Re-enter PAT. Pat. The protested note, sir with the charge of the protest to the back of it, from Mrs. Lorigan; and her compliments, and to know what will she do? O'Bla.
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