K. (smiling graciously). Is that so, Pat.?
P. Yis, an’ the things on the table looked so timptin’ that I stopped an’ refreshed mesilf wid a little cake an’ wine. (Begins to sing some Irish air.)
J. Look here, Pat.; what did ye meddle with that wine for? Ye spalpeen, I b’lave ye’re dhrunk.
P. (slyly). Sure, that’s where ye’re wrong, Misther Dunn. I jist took a wee dthrop to keep my sperits up. (Begins to dance.)
J. It’s more like ye’ve put all the sperits down yer throat, yer thafe of the world!
P. Owin’ to my partic’lar good nature, I shan’t notice that little insinivation o’ yours. But say, now, let’s have a dance. If you aint goin’ ter play, Katy, jest be my partner, will yer?
J. Miss Maguire’s engaged ter me.
K. Yis, I’m engaged to Misther Dunn.
P. Whew! That’s the way the wind blows, thin. Well dunn, Jimmy! (All laugh.)
J. (pushing Pat.). Jist be a little more respectful to your betters, ye blackguard! (Turning to Katy politely) Will you allow me, Miss Maguire? (Offers his arm, which Katy takes, and they take their places for the dance.)