Mrs. Brul. [Drawing Dennis aside.] What have you done with the rest?
Dennis. The rest!
Mrs. Brul. Why, have you given her all?
Dennis. I'll tell you what, Mrs. Brulgruddery; it's my notion, in summing up your last accounts, that, when you begin to dot, ould Nick will carry one; and that's yourself, my lambkin.
Shuff. [Without.] Holo? Red Cow!
Dennis. You are call'd, Mrs. Brulgruddery.
Mrs. Brul. I, you Irish bear!—Go, and [Looking towards the window.]—Jimminy! a traveller on horseback! and the handsomest gentleman I ever saw in my life.
[Runs out.
Mary. Oh, then it must be he!
Dennis. No, 'faith, it isn't the young squire.