Blacklock (rising): Mr. Ferguson? I am greatly your debtor. It has been one of the most memorable occasions in a long life. A very great privilege, Mr. Burns.
[He holds out his hand in the direction of Burns, who takes it with real veneration. Then he goes, Ferguson directing his steps.]
Burns: You are staying in Edinburgh long?
Mrs. Stewart: I leave to-morrow.
Burns (looking at his watch): I must go. Mrs. Ferguson will be tired of me. You sang enchantingly.
Mrs. Stewart: You are joining the Barley Sheaf party to-night?
Burns: Yes.
Mrs. Stewart: You are happy there?
Burns: I am free. And nobody patronises me.
Mrs. Stewart: But they have been very civil to you here.