_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 pardon, and Mr. Counsellor O’Blaney’s. _Mr. Carv._ And did not you give your consent?--I must think him a very ill-used person. _Old McB._ I gave my consint only in case he could win hers, plase your honour, and he could _not_--and I could not break my own daughter’s heart, and I beg your honour’s pardon. _Mr. Carv._ I don’t know how that may be, sir, but I gave my approbation to the match; and I really am not accustomed to have my advice or opinion neglected or controverted. Yet, on the other hand-- _Enter a Footman with a note, which he gives to Mr. CARVER._ _Old McB._ (_aside to PHIL_) Say something for me, Phil, can’t ye?--I hav’n’t a word. _Mr. Carv._ (_rising with a quicker motion than usual_) Bless me! bless me!--here is a revolution! and a counter revolution!--Here’s news will make you all in as great astonishment as I own I am. _Old McB._ What is it? _Randal._ I’m made for life--I don’t care what comes. _Honor._ Nor I: so it is not to touch you, I’m happy. _Catty._ Oh! your honour, spake quick, _this time_--I beg pardon! _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 daughter of my heart she is now. _Honor._ Oh, mother!--for you are my mother now--and happy I am to have a mother in you.