Clara. Miss Gallagher, let me beg that if you wish to oblige me—
Enter GILBERT.
Sir W. Well, Gilbert?
Gilb. Only, sir, if you and Miss O’Hara were at leisure, sir, one Mr. Andrew Hope, the master of the band, would wish to be allowed to come in to sing a sort of a welcome home they have set to music, sir, for Miss O’Hara.
Clara. I do believe this is the very song which that drunken man gave me this morning, and for which I gave him the promise of the inn. I shall be ashamed to hear the song.
Sir W. Let me hear it, at all events. Desire Mr. Andrew Hope, and his merry-men-all, to walk in. {Exit GILBERT.
Enter Mr. HOPE and band.—Some of the country-people peep in, as if wishing to enter.
Sir W. Come in, my good friends.
{Enter, among others, the Widow LARKEN, and MABEL, and OWEN.—BIDDY follows timidly.—Miss GALLAGHER takes a conspicuous place.—Sir WILLIAM and CLARA continue speaking.
Sir W. Did Gilbert introduce his bride elect to you, Clara?