Burns: If I could print some of my rhymes, and you and some like you, Mr. Hamilton, could get a little interest for me—
Hamilton: Good. Yes. Come to-morrow morning. We’ll talk of it. What was that factor fellow doing here?
Burns: Tam Laurie there.
Hamilton: O, it’s you.
Tam: I’m sorry to say it is, Mr. Hamilton.
Hamilton: Rent?
Tam: A week come Tuesday.
Hamilton: Yes. I think I might change his mind. Good-night, Robert.
Burns: Good-night, Mr. Hamilton.
The Landlord: I suppose, Mr. Hamilton (going to the slate), let me see, four shillings and a penny—