SCENE III.
Parlour of the Inn.
CHRISTY and Miss GALLAGHER.
Christy. (to Miss GALLAGHER, slapping her on her back) Hould up your head, child; there’s money bid for you.
Miss G. Lord, father, what a thump on the back to salute one with. Well, sir, and if money is bid for me, no wonder: I suppose, it’s because I have money.
Christy. That’s all the rason—you’ve hit it, Florry. It’s money that love always looks for now. So you may be proud to larn the news I have for you, which will fix Mr. Gilbert, your bachelor, for life, I’ll engage—and make him speak out, you’ll see, afore night-fall. We have the new inn, dear!—I’ve got the promise here under her own hand-writing.
Miss G. Indeed!—Well, I’m sure I shall be glad to get out of this hole, which is not fit for a rat or a Christian to live in—and I’ll have my music and my piano in the back parlour, genteel.
Christy. Oh! Ferrinafad, are you there? It’s your husband must go to that expinse, my precious, if he chooses, twingling and tweedling, instead of the puddings and apple pies—that you’ll settle betwix yees; and in the honeymoon, no doubt, you’ve cunning enough to compass that, and more.