Danny Everything, ma’am; and, sure, I shtruv hard and long to impache him from doing it.
Mrs. C Is he, indeed, so involved with this girl that he will not give her up?
Danny No; he’s got over the worst of it, but she holds him tight, and he feels kindly and soft-hearted for her, and daren’t do what another would.
Mrs. C Dare not?
Danny Sure she might be packed off across the wather to Ameriky, or them parts beyant? Who’d ever ax a word afther her?—barrin’ the masther, who’d murdher me if he knew I whispered such a thing.
Mrs. C But would she go?
Danny Ow, ma’am, wid a taste of persuasion, we’d mulvather her aboord. But there’s another way again, and if ye’d only coax the masther to send me his glove, he’d know the manin’ of that token, and so would I.
Mrs. C His glove?
Danny Sorra a ha’porth else. If he’ll do that, I’ll take my oath ye’ll hear no more of the Colleen Bawn.
Mrs. C I’ll see my son. [Exit L. D. F.