Mr. H. I have one more thing to say, or to do, which I should like better, if you’ll give me leave. If there’s a difficulty aboot the rent of this new inn that you are talking of, I have a little spare money, and you’re welcome to it:—I consider it as a debt of my brother’s, which I am bound to pay; so no obligation in life—tell me how much will do.
{Takes out his purse.
Owen and Mabel. You are very kind—you are very good.
Mr. H. No, I am not—I am only just. Say only how much will do.
Owen. Alas! money won’t do now, sir. It’s all settled, and Christy says he has a promise of it in writing from the lady.
Mr. H. May be this Christy might sell his interest, and we will see—I will not say till I find I can do. Fare ye weel till we meet, as I hope we shall, at the dance that’s to be at the castle. The band is to be there, and I with them, and I shall hope for this lassy’s hand in the dance.
Mabel. (aside) And Gilbert that never asked me! (Aloud) I thank you kindly, sir, I sha’n’t go to the dance at-all-at-all, I believe—my mother had better take her rest, and I must stay with her—a good night to you kindly.
{Exit MABEL into her mother’s room.
Mr. H. This sister of yours would leave me no heart to carry back to Scotland, I fear, but that I’m a married man already, and have my own luve—a Kate of my own, that’s as fair as she, and as gude, and that’s saying much.
Owen. (aside) Much more than Florinda Gallagher will like to hear.