_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 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 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!