On Fountain: filled him with dismay. There remained only one to be hoodwinked.
SCENA.
A letter is brought in and handed to Captain Kenealy. He reads it, and looks a little—a very little—vexed. Nobody else notices it.
Lucy. “What is the matter? Oh, what has occurred?”
Kenealy. “Nothing particulaa.”
Lucy. “Don't deceive us: it is an order for you to join the horrid army.” (Clasps her hands.) “You are going to leave us.”
Kenealy. “No, it is from my tailaa. He waunts to be paed.” (Glares astonished.)
Lucy. “Pay the creature, and nevermore employ him.”
Kenealy. “Can't. Haven't got the money. Uncle won't daie. The begaa knows I can't pay him, that is the reason why he duns.”
Lucy. “He knows it? then what business has he to annoy you thus? Take my advice. Return no reply. That is not courteous. But when the sole motive of an application is impertinence, silent contempt is the course best befitting your dignity.”