Good for you, Terence, avick. It's to you that we'll trust to get us out of our distress, and not to any mesmerisin', ventriloquizin', advertisin' quack of a cockney character impersonator. It's surrounded with spies we are, and he's one of 'em, and Blind Murphy's another - and what's this if it's not two more?

Terence! (She throws herself into his arms.)

The Lord Lieutenant's own daughter! How's that for spyin'?

(to Dan) It's the gentleman's sweetheart she is.

What's that?

Yes; I did not tell you before; this lady and I are engaged.

Not quite engaged, dearest. You are engaged to me, but I cannot be engaged to you without Papa's consent, and that we shall never have. We are lovers indeed - but engaged, alas, no!

Handkerchief, my lady? (Handing it.)

Thank you, Susan. (Drying her eyes.)

And is it you, Terence O'Brian, rebel and patriot, that are contemplatin' unholy matrimony with one of those Saxon serpents that trample our country under their heels? It's a double-faced traitor ye are. What do ye say, boys?

(to Terence) And smilin', too! It's a handful of slugs shall fly in your smilin' face! (Getting blunderbuss.)

(to Terence) Don't let them throw slugs at us, dear, will you? Not even snails. I couldn't bear it.

No, darling, don't be afraid.

Salts, my lady?

(as Dan advances with blunderbuss) My friends, perhaps I owe you an explanation. This lady and I met in London before we understood the incongruities of our positions. We fell in love, and have never yet succeeded in falling out. You will not blame us when you hear the peculiar circumstances of our first meeting.