Enter Servant, showing in Corrigan, from house, L.
[Exit Servant, L.
Corrigan [L.] Your humble servant, Mrs. Cregan—my service t’ye, ’Squire—it’s a fine night, entirely.
Mrs. C [C.] May I ask to what business, sir, we have the honor of your call?
Corrig [Aside, L. C.] Proud as a Lady Beelzebub, and as grand as a queen. [Aloud.] True for you, ma’am; I would not have, come, but for a divil of a pinch I’m in entirely. I’ve got to pay £8,000 to-morrow or lose the Knockmakilty farms.
Mrs. C Well, sir?
Corrig And I wouldn’t throuble ye—
Mrs. C Trouble me, sir?
Corrig Iss, ma’am—ye’d be forgettin’ now that mortgage I have on this property. It ran out last May, and by rights—
Mrs. C It will be paid next month.