Mr. Carv. I don’t know how that may be, sir, but I gave my approbation to the match; and I really am not accustomed to have my advice or opinion neglected or controverted. Yet, on the other hand—
Enter a Footman with a note, which he gives to Mr. CARVER.
Old McB. (aside to PHIL) Say something for me, Phil, can’t ye?—I hav’n’t a word.
Mr. Carv. (rising with a quicker motion than usual) Bless me! bless me!—here is a revolution! and a counter revolution!—Here’s news will make you all in as great astonishment as I own I am.
Old McB. What is it?
Randal. I’m made for life—I don’t care what comes.
Honor. Nor I: so it is not to touch you, I’m happy.
Catty. Oh! your honour, spake quick, this time—I beg pardon!
Mr. Carv. Then I have to confess that for once I have been deceived and mistaken in my judgment of a man; and what is more, of a man’s circumstances completely—O’Blaney.
Old McB. What of his circumstances, oh! sir, in the name of mercy?