Tom (in great grief). Matilda, did you hear that?
Mat. Yes, Tom, I heard that.
Tom (furious). Who is the scoundrel who has dared to aspire to your hand?
Mat. ’Deed, and I don’t know, but it’ll be some one who’s lendin’ money to papa. I ginerally go with the bills.
Tom (aghast). What!
Mat. When a body falls in love with me, papa ginerally borrows money of him, and he gives bills, and I go with ’em. It’s a rule of the family. (Rises.)
Tom. But surely you’ll never countenance such a bargain?
Mat. ’Deed, and I don’t want to, Tom dear, but I’ve countenanced it for thirteen years, and sure it ’ld look odd to refuse now. Besides, dear, I’m not as young as I was.
Tom. No, but then you’re not as old as you might be.
Mat. No, but I’m as old as I mean to be. There’s razin for ye, Tom, and ye want it.