Catty. Then I’ll run down and stop it—and catch ‘em.
Pat. You haven’t your jock on, ma’am—(she turns towards the house)—and it’s no use—for you won’t catch ‘em: I seen them after, turning the back way into Nick Flaherty’s.
Catty. Nick Flaherty’s, the publican’s? oh, the sinners! And this is the saint that Honor McBride would be passing herself upon us for? And all the edication she got at Mrs. Carver’s Sunday school! Oh, this comes of being better than one’s neighbours! A fine thing to tell Mrs. Carver, the English lady, that’s so nice, and so partial to Miss Honor McBride! Oh, I’ll expose her!
Pat. Oh! sure, Mrs. Rooney, you promised you’d not tell, (Standing so as to stop CATTY.)
Catty. Is it who told me? No—I won’t mintion a sintence of your name. But let me by—I won’t be put off now I’ve got the scent. I’ll hunt ‘em out, and drag her to shame, if they’re above ground, or my name’s not Catty Rooney! Mick! Mick! little Mick! (calling at the cottage door) bring my blue jock up the road after me to Ballynavogue. Don’t let me count three till you’re after me, or I’ll bleed ye! (Exit CATTY, shaking her closed hand, and repeating) I’ll expose Honor McBride—I’ll expose Honor! I will, by the blessing!
Pat. (alone) Now, if Randal Rooney would hear, he’d make a jelly of me, and how I’d trimble; or the brother, if he comed across me, and knewed. But they’ll niver know. Oh, Catty won’t say a sintence of my name, was she carded! No, Catty’s a scould, but has a conscience. Then I like conscience in them I have to dale with sartainly. {Exit.
SCENE V.
Mrs. CARVER’S Dressing-room, HONOR McBRIDE and MISS BLOOMSBURY discovered.