Fenton: Thank you, I’m at the Inn.
Burns: Well, a glass of grog at least.
[He mixes another bowl.]
Fenton: You’re very kind. Mr. Hamilton’s letter has, perhaps, explained.
Burns: He recommends your acquaintance, sir, that’s all.
Fenton: I am visiting in Ayr. I could not miss the opportunity of presenting my compliments in person to Mr. Burns.
Burns: Sir, you flatter me.
Fenton: It is no flattery, sir. Enlightened judgment in London is very well aware that we have no genius in England to excel one in Scotland. It must be a great satisfaction to you, madam, to know your husband is so generally acknowledged.
Jean: We are much encouraged by it.
Fenton: But genius, I know, does not need these assurances.