Catty. He has none in nature, plase your honour.
Mr. Carv. Madam, you have had my ear long enough—be silent, at your peril.
Catty. Ogh—ogh!—silent!
{She groans piteously.
Mr. Carv. Sir, your defence, without any preamble or pre-ambulation.
Phil. I’ve no defence to make, plase your honour, but that I’m innocent.
Mr. Carv. (shaking his head) The worst defence in law, my good friend, unless you’ve witnesses.
Phil. All present that time in the fair was too busy fighting for themselves to witness for me that I was not; except I’d call upon one that would clear me entirely, which is that there young man on the opposite side.
Catty. Oh, the impudent fellow! Is it my son?
Old McB. Is it Randal Rooney? Why, Phil, are you turned innocent?