forward, holding up her hands joined in a supplicating attitude to Mr.
CARVER._

_Randal._ If your honour would be plasing to let her spake now, or she'd
burst, may be.

_Mr. Carv._ Speak now, woman, and ever after hold your tongue.

_Catty._ Then I am rasonable now, plase your honour; for I'll put it to the
test--see, I'll withdraw my examinations entirely, and I'll recant--and
I'll go farther, I'll own I'm wrong--(though I know I'm right)--and I'll
beg your pardon, McBrides, if--(but I know I'll not have to beg your pardon
either)--but I say I _will_ beg your pardon, McBrides, _if_, mind _if_, you
will accept my test, and it fails me.

_Mr. Carv._ Very fair, Mrs. Rooney.

_Old McB._ What is it she's saying?

_Phil._ What test, Mrs. Rooney?

_Randal._ Dear mother, name your test.

_Catty._ Let Honor McBride be summoned, and if she can prove she took no
ring, and was not behind the chapel with Randal, nor drinking at Flaherty's
with him, the time she was, I give up all.

_Randal._ Agreed, with all the pleasure in life, mother. Oh, may I run for
her?