Blacklock: No, I am afraid not.
[Walter Scott speaks with some timid excitement to Mrs. Stewart.]
Mrs. Stewart: Walter Scott here tells me they are by Langhorne.
Burns: Indeed, Langhorne. You read the poets?
Walter Scott: Every day.
Burns: They will never fail you. I am much indebted to you, Mr. Scott.
[He leaves the boy entirely elated, and moves towards his place by the fire.]
Blacklock: Mr. Burns.
Burns (crossing to him): Sir?
Blacklock: I am an old man, Mr. Burns, and I have been allowed, if I may say so, many honours. I would give them all to have written those songs.