bind Mr. Randal to keep the pace.

_Randal._ I?--ye dirty dog!--Didn't I tell ye already, I'd not dirty my
fingers with the likes of you?

_Pat._ All Mr. Gerald O'Blaney's aim was to ruin Mr. Randal Rooney, and set
him by the ears with that gentleman, Mr. Philip McBride, the brother, and
they to come to blows and outrage, and then be in disgrace committed by his
honour.

_Randal._ (_turning to_ HONOR McBRIDE) Honor, you saved all--your brother
and I never lifted our hands against one another, thanks be to Heaven and
you, dearest!

_Catty._ And was there no truth in the story of the chapel and the ring?

_Pat._ Not a word of truth, but lies, Mrs. Rooney, dear ma'am, of the
master's putting into my mouth out of his own head.

[_CATTY ROONEY walks firmly and deliberately across the room to HONOR
McBRIDE._

_Catty._ Honor McBride, I was wrong; and here, publicly, as I traduced you,
I ax your pardon before his honour, and your father, and your brother, and
before Randal, and before my faction and his.

[_Both ROONIES and McBRIDES all, excepting Old McBRIDE, clap their hands,
and huzza._

_Mr. Carv._ I ought to reprove this acclamation--but this once I let it