_Christy._ Fifty guineas in gold!--Don’t part with a guinea of them, man, put ‘em up again. You shall have the new inn without a word more, and into the bargain my good-will and my daughter--and you’re a jantleman, and can’t say _no_ to that, any way. _Gilb._ Yes, but I can though: since you drive me to the wall, I must say no, and I do say no. And, dang it, I would have been hanged almost as soon as say so much to a father. I beg your pardon, sir, but my heart is given to another. Good evening to you. _Christy._ (_holding him as he attempts to go_) Take it coolly, and listen to me, and tell me--was you ever married before, Mr. Gilbert? _Gilb._ Never. _Christy._ Then I was--and I can tell you that I found to my cost, love was all in all with me before I was married, and after I had been married a twel’-month, money was all in all with me; for I had the wife, and I had not the money, and without the money, the wife must have starved. _Gilb._ But I can work, sir, and will, head, hands, and heart, for the woman I love. _Christy._ Asy said--hard done. Mabel Larken is a very pretty girl. But wait till I tell you what Kit Monaghan said to me yesterday. I’m going to be married, sir, says he to me. Ay, so you mintioned to me a fortnight ago, Kit, says I--to Rose Dermod, isn’t it? says I. Not at all, sir, says he--it is to Peggy McGrath, this time. And what quarrel had you to Rose Dermod? says I. None in life, sir, says he; but Peggy McGrath had two cows, and Rose Dermod had but the one, and in my mind there is not the differ of a cow betwix’ one woman and another. Do you understand me now, Mr. Gilbert? _Gilb._ Sir, we shall never understand one another--pray let me go, before I get into a passion. [_Breaks from CHRISTY, and exit._ _Christy._ Hollo! Hollo! Mr. Gilbert! (_GILBERT returns._) One word more about the new inn. I’ve done about Florry; and, upon my conscience, I believe you’re right enough--only that I’m her father, and in duty bound to push her as well as I can. _Gilb._ Well, sir, about the inn: be at a word with me; for I’m not in a humour to be trifled with. _Mr. H._ (_aside_) Fire beneath snow! who’d ha’ thought it? _Christy._ Then, if it was sixty guineas instead of fifty, I’d take it, and you should have my bargain of the inn. _Mr. H._ (_aside_) I’ll not say my word until I see what the bottom of the men are. _Gilb._ (_aside_) Why, to make up sixty, I must sell my watch even; but I’ll do it--any thing to please Mabel. (_Aloud_) Well, sixty guineas, if you won’t give it for less. _Christy._ Done! (_Eagerly._) _Mr. H._ Stay, stay, Mr. Gilbert! Have a care, Mr. Gallagher!--the lady might not be well pleased at your handing over her written promise, Mr. Gallagher--wait a wee bit. Don’t conclude this bargain till you are before the lady at the castle. _Gilb._ So best--no doubt. _Christy._ All one to me--so I pocket the sixty. _Mr. H._ (_aside to GILBERT_) Come off.