[She takes him off by the more usual exit.]
DAVID. He’s a fine frank fellow; and you saw how cleverly he got the better of me about banking the money. [As the heads of the conspirators come gleefully together] I tell you, father, he has a grand business head.
ALICK. Lads, he’s canny. He’s cannier than any of us.
JAMES. Except maybe Maggie. He has no idea what a remarkable woman Maggie is.
ALICK. Best he shouldn’t know. Men are nervous of remarkable women.
JAMES. She’s a long time in coming back.
DAVID [not quite comfortable]. It’s a good sign. H’sh. What sort of a night is it, Maggie?
MAGGIE. It’s a little blowy.
[She gets a large dustcloth which is lying folded on a shelf, and proceeds to spread it over the fine chair. The men exchange self-conscious glances.]
DAVID [stretching himself]. Yes—well, well, oh yes. It’s getting late. What is it with you, father?