[Enters Biddy R. E. holding shawl in her hands.]
Biddy.—Look at me shplendid shawl! An illigant present that oi’ve just received. (unfolds shawl and advances towards rear of table.)
Nicholas.—Some other time, Biddy; we are engaged at present.
Miss Spyall (aside).—The whole family are certainly crazy.
Matilda.—I’m in no humor to look at shawls; I prefer taking a dissolving view of somebody’s back. (looks at Miss Spyall.)
Biddy (holds up shawl with both hands).—Pat, get behind the shawl.
Pat.—(crawls behind the shawl, screens himself from view, and moves off with Biddy).
Biddy. (backing towards the door)—It shows better at a distance, mum.
Nicholas. (advancing to Biddy).—This must cease.
Biddy.—Don’t come too close; ye’ll shpoil the effect.