[_Old McBRIDE bows very low to Mr. CARVER, and again to Mrs. CARVER. PHIL
bows to Mr. and Mrs. CARVER, and to Miss BLOOMSBURY._

_Old McB._ Where are you now, Catty?--and you, Pat, ye unfortinate liar?

_Pat._ (_falling on his knees_) On me knees I am. Oh, I am an unfortinate
liar, and I beg your honour's pardon this once.

_Mr. Carv._ A most abandoned liar, I pronounce you.

_Pat._ Oh! I hope your honour won't abandon me, for I didn't know Miss
Honor was under her ladyship, Mrs. Carver's favour and purtection, or I'd
sooner ha' cut my tongue out clane--and I expict your honour won't turn
your hack on me quite, for this is the first lies I ever was found out
in since my creation; and how could I help, when it was by my master's
particular desire?

_Mr. Carv._ Your master! honest Gerald O'Blaney!

_Catty._ O'Blaney!--save us! (_Lifting up her hands and eyes._)

_Mr. Carv._ Take care, Pat Coxe.

_Pat._ Mr. O'Blaney, ma'am--plase your honour--all truth now--the
counshillor, that same and no other, as I've breath in my body--for why
should I tell a lie now, when I've no place in my eye, and not a ha'porth
to get by it? I'll confess all. It was by my master's orders that I should
set you, Mrs. Rooney, and your pride up, ma'am, again' making up with them
McBrides. I'll tell the truth now, plase your honour--that was the cause of
the lies I mentioned about the ring and chapel--I'll tell more, if you'll