SCENE I.
A Cottage.—A Table—Breakfast.
HONOR McBRIDE, alone.
Honor. Phil!—(calls)—Phil, dear! come out.
Phil.—(answers from within) Wait till I draw on my boots!
Honor. Oh, I may give it up: he’s full of his new boots—and singing, see!
Enter PHIL McBRIDE, dressed in the height of the Irish buck-farmer fashion, singing,
“Oh the boy of Ball’navogue!
Oh the dasher! oh the rogue!
He’s the thing! and he’s the pride
Of town and country, Phil McBride—
All the talk of shoe and brogue!
Oh the boy of Ball’navogue!”
There’s a song to the praise and glory of your—of your brother, Honor! And who made it, do you think, girl?
Honor. Miss Caroline Flaherty, no doubt. But, dear Phil, I’ve a favour to ask of you.