SCENE II.
McBRIDE’S Cottage.
MATTHEW McBRIDE and HONOR. (MATTHEW with a little table before him, at dinner.)
Old McB. (pushing his plate from him) I’ll take no more—I’m done. {He sighs.}
Honor. Then you made but a poor dinner, father, after being at the fair, and up early, and all!—Take this bit from my hands, father dear.
Old McB. (turning away sullenly) I’ll take nothing from you, Honor, but what I got already enough—and too much of—and that’s ungratitude.
Honor. Ungratitude, father! then you don’t see my heart.
Old McB. I lave that to whoever has it, Honor: ‘tis enough for me, I see what you do—and that’s what I go by.
Honor. Oh, me! and what did I do to displase you, father? (He is obstinately silent; after waiting in vain for an answer, she continues) I that was thinking to make all happy, (aside) but myself, (aloud) by settling to keep out of the way of—all that could vex you—and to go to sarvice, to Mrs. Carver’s. I thought that would plase you, father.