Miss T. (to Cheviot). Save me!
[Belvawney appears at back, listening.
McG. Who is the unsightly scoundrel with whom you have flown—the unpleasant-looking scamp whom you have dared to prefer to me? Uncurl yourself from around the plain villain at once, unless you would share his fate.
[Maggie and Angus appear from cottage.
Miss T. Major, spare him!
Ch. Now, sir, perhaps you will be so good as to explain who the deuce you are, and what you want with this lady?
McG. I don’t know who you may be, but I’m McGillicuddy. I am betrothed to this lady; we were to have been married this morning. I waited for her at the church from ten till four, then I began to get impatient.
Ch. I really think you must be labouring under some delusion.
McG. Delusion? Ha! ha! (Two friends produce large wedding cake.) Here’s the cake!
Ch. Still I think there’s a mistake somewhere. This lady is my wife.