O’Bla. I don’t ax him to wait; but he must take in payment, since he’s in such a hurry, this bill at thirty-one days, tell him.
Pat. I shall tell him so, plase your honour. {Exit PAT.
O’Bla. They have all rendezvous’d to drive me mad this day; but the only thing is to keep the head cool. What I’m dreading beyant all is, if that ould Matthew McBride, who is as restless as a ferret when he has lodged money with any one, should come this day to take out of my hands the two hundred pounds I’ve got of his—Oh, then I might shut up! But stay, I’ll match him—and I’ll match myself too: that daughter Honor of his is a mighty pretty girl to look at, and since I can’t get her any other way, why not ax her in marriage? Her portion is to be—
Re-enter PAT.
Pat. The protested note, sir—with the charge of the protest to the back of it, from Mrs. Lorigan; and her compliments, and to know what will she do?
O’Bla. What will I do, fitter to ax. My kind compliments to Mrs. Lorigan, and I’ll call upon her in the course of the day, to settle it all.
Pat. I understand, sir. {Exit PAT.
O’Bla. Honor McBride’s portion will be five hundred pounds on the nail—that would be no bad hit, and she a good, clever, likely girl. I’ll pop the question this day.
Re-enter PAT.
Pat. Corkeran the cooper’s bill, as long as my arm.