pass.

_Phil._ Father, you said nothing--what do you say, sir?

_Old McB._ (_never moving_) I say nothing at all. I never doubted Honor,
and knew the truth must appear--that's all I say.

_Honor._ Oh! father dear--more you will say (_shaking his stick gently_).
Look up at me, and remember the promise you gave me, when Catty should be
rasonable--and is not she rasonable now?

_Old McB._ I did not hear a word from her about the bog of Ballynascraw.

_Catty._ Is it the pitiful bit?--No more about it! Make crame cheeses of
it--what care I? 'Twas only for pride I stood out--not _that_ I'm thinking
of now!

_Old McB._ Well, then, miracles will never cease! here's one in your
favour, Honor; so take her, Randal, fortune and all--a wife of five
hundred.

_Randal._ (_kneeling_) Oh! happiest of men I am this minute.

_Catty._ I the same, if she had not a pinny in the world.

_Mr. Carv._ _Happiest of men!_--Don't kneel or go in to ecstasies now, I
beg, till I know the _rationale_ of this. Was not I consulted?--did not I
give my opinion and advice in favour of another?

_Old McB._ You was--you did, plase your honour, and I beg your honour's