Mr. H. (aside) Fire beneath snow! who’d ha’ thought it?
Christy. Then, if it was sixty guineas instead of fifty, I’d take it, and you should have my bargain of the inn.
Mr. H. (aside) I’ll not say my word until I see what the bottom of the men are.
Gilb. (aside) Why, to make up sixty, I must sell my watch even; but I’ll do it—any thing to please Mabel. (Aloud) Well, sixty guineas, if you won’t give it for less.
Christy. Done! (Eagerly.)
Mr. H. Stay, stay, Mr. Gilbert! Have a care, Mr. Gallagher!—the lady might not be well pleased at your handing over her written promise, Mr. Gallagher—wait a wee bit. Don’t conclude this bargain till you are before the lady at the castle.
Gilb. So best—no doubt.
Christy. All one to me—so I pocket the sixty.
Mr. H. (aside to GILBERT) Come off.
Gilb. We shall meet then at the castle to-night: till then, a good day to you, Mr. Gallagher.