_Old McB._ But, however agreeable to me, as I won’t deny, it might be, sir, to see my girl made into a gentlewoman by marriage, I must observe to you-- _O’Bla._ And I’ll keep her a jaunting car to ride about the country; and in another year, as my fortune’s rising, my wife should rise with it into a coach of her own. _Old McB._ Oh! if I’d live to see my child, my Honor, in a coach of her own! I’d be too happy--oh, I’d die contint! _O’Bla._ (_aside_) No fear!--(_Aloud_) And why should not she ride in her own coach, Mistress Counsellor O’Blaney, and look out of the windows down upon the _Roonies_, that have the insolence to look up to her? _Old McB._ Ah! you know _that_, then. That’s all that’s against us, sir, in this match. _O’Bla._ But if _you_ are against Randal, no fear. _Old McB._ I am against him--that is, against his family, and all his seed, breed, and generation. But I would not break my daughter’s heart if I could help it. _O’Bla._ Wheugh!--hearts don’t break in these days, like china. _Old McB._ This is my answer, Mr. O’Blaney, sir: you have my lave, but you must have hers too. _O’Bla._ I would not fear to gain that in due time, if you would stand my friend in forbidding her the sight of Randal. _Old McB._ I will with pleasure, that--for tho’ I won’t force her to marry to plase me, I’ll forbid her to marry to displase me; and when I’ve said it, whatever it is, I’ll be obeyed. (_Strikes his stick on the ground._) _O’Bla._ That is all I ax. _Old McB._ But now what settlement, counshillor, will you make on my girl? _O’Bla._ A. hundred a year--I wish to be liberal--Mr. Carver will see to that--he knows all my affairs, as I suppose he was telling you. _Old McB._ He was--I’m satisfied, and I’m at a word myself always. You heard me name my girl’s portion, sir? _O’Bla._ I can’t say--I didn’t mind--‘twas no object to me in life. _Old McB._ (_in a very low, mysterious tone, and slow brogue_) Then five hundred guineas is some object to most men. _O’Bla._ Certainly, sir; but not such an object as your daughter to me: since we are got upon business, however, best settle all that out of the way, as you say at once. Of the five hundred, I have two in my hands already, which you can make over to me with a stroke of a pen. (_Rising quickly, and getting pen, ink, and books._) _Old McB._ (_speaking very slowly_) Stay a hit--no hurry--in life. In business--‘tis always most haste, worse speed. _O’Bla._ Take your own time, my good Matthew--I’ll be as slow as you plase--only love’s quick. _Old McB._ Slow and sure--love and all--fast bind, fast find--three and two, what does that make? _O’Bla._ It used to make five before I was in love.