Mrs. C [C.] Hardress!
Anne [L. C.] Pull in one side aunt, and let the boy go on.
Hard [R.] Kyrle wanted to know if the dark brown colt, Hardress Cregan, was going to walk over the course for the Anne Chute Stakes, or whether it was a scrub-race open to all.
Anne I’m free-trade—coppleens, mules and biddys.
Mrs. C How can you trifle with a heart like Kyrle’s?
Anne Trifle! his heart can be no trifle, if he’s all in proportion.
Enter Servant, from house, L.
Servant Squire Corrigan, ma’am, begs to see you.
Mrs C At this hour, what can the fellow want? Show Mr. Corrigan here. [Exit Servant into house, L.] I hate this man; he was my husband’s agent, or what the people here call a middle-man—vulgarly polite, and impudently obsequious.