Pat. All Mr. Gerald O’Blaney’s aim was to ruin Mr. Randal Rooney, and set him by the ears with that gentleman, Mr. Philip McBride, the brother, and they to come to blows and outrage, and then be in disgrace committed by his honour.
Randal. (turning to HONOR McBRIDE) Honor, you saved all—your brother and I never lifted our hands against one another, thanks be to Heaven and you, dearest!
Catty. And was there no truth in the story of the chapel and the ring?
Pat. Not a word of truth, but lies, Mrs. Rooney, dear ma’am, of the master’s putting into my mouth out of his own head.
{CATTY ROONEY walks firmly and deliberately across the room to HONOR McBRIDE.
Catty. Honor McBride, I was wrong; and here, publicly, as I traduced you, I ax your pardon before his honour, and your father, and your brother, and before Randal, and before my faction and his.
{Both ROONIES and McBRIDES all, excepting Old McBRIDE, clap their hands, and huzza.
Mr. Carv. I ought to reprove this acclamation—but this once I let it pass.
Phil. Father, you said nothing—what do you say, sir?
Old McB. (never moving) I say nothing at all. I never doubted Honor, and knew the truth must appear—that’s all I say.