Lady Teazle. In defence of a friend, it is but justice. But here comes Sir Peter to spoil our pleasantry.
Enter Sir Peter Teazle
Sir Peter. Ladies, your most obedient. [Aside] Mercy on me, here is the whole set! a character dead at every word, I suppose.
Sheridan, The School for Scandal
(3) Sarah [tidying herself, in great excitement]. Let you be sitting here and keeping a great blaze, the way he can look on my face; and let you seem to be working, for it’s a great love the like of him have to talk of work.
Michael [moodily, sitting down and beginning to work at a tin can]. Great love, surely.
Sarah [eagerly]. Make a great blaze now, Michael Byrne.
[The Priest comes in on right; she comes forward in front of him.
Sarah [in a very plausible voice]. Good evening, your reverence. It’s a grand fine night, by the grace of God.
Priest. The Lord have mercy on us! What kind of living woman is it that you are at all?