Catty. So. Under whose protection, I wonder?
Mr. Carv. Under the protection of Mrs. Carver, madam, into whose service she was desirous to engage herself; and whose advice—
Clerk. Shall I, if you please, sir, call Honor in?
Mr. Carv. If you please.
{A silence.—CATTY stands biting her thumb.—Old McBRIDE leans his chin upon Us hands on his stick, and never stirs, even his eyes.—Young McBRIDE looks out eagerly to the side at which HONOR is expected to enter—RANDAL looking over his shoulder, exclaims—
There she comes!—Innocence in all her looks.
Catty. Oh! that we shall see soon. No making a fool of me.
Old McB. My daughter’s step—I should know it. (Aside) How my old heart bates!
{Mr. CARVER takes a chair out of the way.
Catty. Walk in—walk on, Miss Honor. Oh, to be sure, Miss Honor will have justice.