_Mr. Carv._ Then I have to confess that _for once_ I have been deceived
and mistaken in my judgment of a man; and what is more, of a man's
_circumstances_ completely--O'Blaney.

_Old McB._ What of his _circumstances_, oh! sir, in the name of mercy?

_Mr. Carv._ Bankrupt, at this instant all under seizure to the supervisor.
Mr. Gerald O'Blaney has fled the country.

_Old McB._ Then, Honor, you are without a penny; for all her fortune,
500_l._, was in his hands.

_Randal._ Then I'm as happy to have her without a penny--happier I am to
prove my love pure.

_Catty._ God bless you for my own son! That's our way of thinking, Mr.
McBride--you see it was not for the fortune.

_Honor._ Oh! Phil, didn't I tell you her heart was right?

_Catty._ We will work hard--cheer up, McBrides. Now the Roonies and
McBrides has joined, you'll see we'll defy the world and O'Blaney, the
_chate_ of _chates_.

_Honor._ Randal's own mother!

_Catty._ Ay, now, we are all one family--now pull together. Don't be cast
down, Phil dear. I'll never call you _flourishing Phil_ again, so don't be
standing on pride. Suppose your shister has not a pinny, she's better than
the best, and I'll love her and fold her to my ould warm heart, and the