Mr. Carv. Bankrupt, at this instant all under seizure to the supervisor. Mr. Gerald O’Blaney has fled the country.
Old McB. Then, Honor, you are without a penny; for all her fortune, 500l., was in his hands.
Randal. Then I’m as happy to have her without a penny—happier I am to prove my love pure.
Catty. God bless you for my own son! That’s our way of thinking, Mr. McBride—you see it was not for the fortune.
Honor. Oh! Phil, didn’t I tell you her heart was right?
Catty. We will work hard—cheer up, McBrides. Now the Roonies and McBrides has joined, you’ll see we’ll defy the world and O’Blaney, the chate of chates.
Honor. Randal’s own mother!
Catty. Ay, now, we are all one family—now pull together. Don’t be cast down, Phil dear. I’ll never call you flourishing Phil again, so don’t be standing on pride. Suppose your shister has not a pinny, she’s better than the best, and I’ll love her and fold her to my ould warm heart, and the daughter of my heart she is now.
Honor. Oh, mother!—for you are my mother now—and happy I am to have a mother in you.
Mr. Carv. I protest it makes me almost—almost—blow my nose.