Mabel. And was not I right to trust him, mother?
Gilb. Mabel, if I don’t do my best to make you happy all my days, I deserve to be—that’s all! But I’m going to tell you about the new inn: that’s what I have been about ever since, and I’m to have it for sixty guineas.
Enter OWEN, rubbing his hands.
Owen. You see, mother, I was right about Gilbert and Mabel. But Mr. Hope and the band is gone up to the castle. Come, come!—time to be off!—no delay!—Gilbert! Mabel, off with you! (He pushes them off.) And glad enough ye are to go together. Mother dear, here’s your bonnet and the cloak,—here round ye throw—that’s it—take my arm. (Widow stumbles as he pulls her on.) Oh, I’m putting you past your speed, mother.
Widow. No, no.—No fear in life for the mother that has the support of such a son.
SCENE IV.
A large Apartment in Bannow Castle, ornamented with the Rose, Thistle, and Shamrock.—The hall opens into a lawn, where the country-people are seen dancing.
Enter CLARA, Sir WILLIAM HAMDEN, and a train of dancers.