Mrs. C It is impossible, sir; you hold ruin over our heads.
Corrig Madam, it’s got to hang over your head or mine.
Mrs. C Stay; you know that what you ask is out of our power—you know it—therefore this demand only covers the true object of your visit.
Corrig ’Pon my honor! and you are as ’cute, ma’am, as you are beautiful!
Mrs. C Go on, sir.
Corrig Mrs. Cregan, I’m goin’ to do a foolish thing—now, by gorra I am! I’m richer than ye think, maybe, and if you’ll give me your personal security, I’ll take it.
Mrs. C What do you mean?
Corrig I meant that I’ll take a lien for life on you, instead of the mortgage I hold on the Cregan property. [Aside.] That’s nate, I’m thinkin’.
Mrs. C Are you mad?
Corrig I am—mad in love with yourself, and that’s what I’ve been these fifteen years. [Music through dialogue, till Anne Chute is off.