Mr. Carv. Don’t call him rascal, sir—no rascals in my presence. What time did you see Honor McBride behind the chapel, Pat Coxe?
Pat. As the clock struck twelve—I mind—by the same token the workmen’s bell rang as usual! that same time, just as I seen Mr. Randal there putting the ring on her finger, and I said, “There’s the bell ringing for a wedding,” says I.
Mr. Carv. To whom did you say that, sir?
Pat. To myself, plase your honour—I’ll tell you the truth.
Honor. Truth! That time the clock struck twelve and the bell rang, I was happily here in this house, sir.
Honor. If I might take the liberty to call one could do me justice.
Mr. Carv. No liberty in justice—speak out.
Honor. If I might trouble Mrs. Carver herself?
Mr. Carv. Mrs. Carver will think it no trouble (rising with dignity) to do justice, for she has been the wife to one of his majesty’s justices of the peace for many years.
{Sends a servant for Mrs. CARVER.