Miss T. I will stake my very existence on its veracity, whatever it may be.
Ch. Good. He is at hand. Belvawney, go. [Exit Belvawney.
Now, madam, repose upon my shoulders, place your arms around me so—is that comfortable?
Miss T. It is luxurious.
Ch. Good.
Miss T. You are sure it does not inconvenience you?
Ch. Not at all. Go back, I like it. Now we are ready for him.
Enter McGillicuddy with two friends dressed as for a wedding, with white favours. McGillicuddy has pistols. All greatly excited.
McG. Where is the villain? I’ll swear he is concealed somewhere. Search every tree, every bush, every geranium. Ha! they are here. Perjured woman! I’ve found you at last.