Mr. Carv. Mrs. Carver, my dear, I must summon you to appear in open court, at the suit or prayer of Honor McBride.
Enter Mrs. CARVER, who is followed by Miss BLOOMSBURY, on tiptoe.
Mrs. Carv. Willingly.
Mr. Carv. The case lies in a nutshell, my dear: there is a man who swears that Honor McBride was behind the chapel, with Randal Rooney putting a ring on her finger, when the clock struck twelve, and our workmen’s bell rang this morning. Honor avers she was at Bob’s Fort with you: now as she could not be, like a bird, in two places at once—was she with you?
Mrs. Carv. Honor McBride was with me when the workmen’s bell rang, and when the clock struck twelve, this day—she stayed with me till two o’clock.
{All the ROONIES, except CATTY, exclaim—
Oh, no going beyond the lady’s word!
Mrs. Carv. And I think it but justice to add, that Honor McBride has this day given me such proofs of her being a good girl, a good daughter, and a good sister, that she has secured my good opinion and good wishes for life.
Mr. Carv. And mine in consequence.
Bloom. And mine of course. {HONOR curtsies.