Hard Sake—sake!
Eily Sake—seek—oh, it is to bother people entirely they mixed ’em up! Why didn’t they make them all one way?
Hard [Aside.] It is impossible! How can I present her as my wife? Oh! what an act of madness to tie myself to one so much beneath me—beautiful—good as she is—
Eily Hardress, you are pale—what has happened?
Hard Nothing—that is, nothing but what you will rejoice at.
Eily What d’ye mane?
Hard What do I mane! Mean—mean!
Eily I beg your pardon, dear.
Hard Well; I mean that after to-morrow there will be no necessity to hide our marriage, for I shall be a beggar, my mother will be an outcast, and amidst all the shame, who will care what wife a Cregan takes?
Eily And d’ye think I’d like to see you dhragged down to my side—ye don’t know me—see now—never call me wife again—don’t let on to mortal that we’re married—I’ll go as a servant in your mother’s house—I’ll work for the smile ye’ll give me in passing, and I’ll be happy, if ye’ll only let me stand outside and hear your voice.