Miss Spyall.—I must be going.
Matilda.—We are going to the opera.
Nicholas.—To hear the final chorus.
Miss Spyall.—How delightful!
Matilda.—Biddy, keep a sharp look out.
[Exit all except Biddy L. E.]
Biddy.—Yis, I’ll kape a sharp look out. I’ll first take a look at the back gate. Poor Pat’s been waitin’ at that same gate for a whole hour; faith he’s stharved wid the cold (starts and listens) Arrah, what’s that? Sure some one’s in the kitchen. I hear a brogan on the stairs—the saints protect me. [Enter Pat R. E., looking around cautiously.] Oh, Pat Dolan! How dare ye frighten me loike that? How did ye enter the house?—What if the folks had been in?
Pat.—Whist, me darlin’; I saw them lave by the front door, and in the wink of an eye, its meself that lepped over the fince; I thried the back door, it was unlatched, and here I am, Biddy dear!
Biddy.—Niver do the loikes of that again. You might be shot for a burglar or a dynamiter.
Pat. (sitting at table).—Niver fear, Biddy dear; go ye and bring a crust of bread and sup of—of something stronger than tay, if yer have it; sure I’ve room here for a loaf, and I’m thrimblin’ wid wakeness——