Andy. I don't like signing my name to agreements or things like that unless I'm quite certain they're all right, Mr. Mackenzie.
Mackenzie (with a sly look at Mary). Well, if you have any compunction about signing, I'll do it myself.
Mary. I think Uncle Dan's a fool to throw away the thing that way. I do indeed. (Daniel comes out with the parcel and the pen, ink and paper.)
Daniel. Just sign your name to that, Andy. It's a sort of agreement to settle the case—you can read it for yourself. (He hands a sheet of paper to Andy with the pen.) It's to show that the whole thing is fixed up to the satisfaction of everybody. (Andy looks at it and then signs.) Ah. Good! Now, Alick, and you, Mr. Mackenzie, just witness it and the date. (They both sign.) And now, Andy, there's your bellows. (Andy looks at it, and then takes it under his arm.) And may you have the best of luck with it. (Andy looks wonderingly at the parcel in his arms and moves slowly towards the door.)
Mackenzie. Noo, my reward, Miss Murray—Mary rather. (He goes forward and she stretches out her hand for him to shake, when he notices the ring, and stops short.)
John. I hope you're satisfied, Andy.
Andy. I'm just wondering, Mr. Mackenzie, do you think——
Mackenzie. I think nothing for a year. I'll—I'll—I'm for Scotland in the morning. (He goes out morosely through the door.)
Daniel. There, Andy. There's company home for you, and good luck to you. It's a sad heart I'll have this night.
Andy. I'm wondering what Sarah would say—(He goes to the door.) Ach! She couldn't do better herself. No courting.