Daniel. No. No courting.
Andy. And no love and no letters.
Daniel. No. No love and no letters.
Andy. And no ring nor nothing, and a thousand pound bellows.
Daniel. Yes, Andy. And a thousand pound bellows. (He wanders out abstractedly. Daniel follows him to the door and shouts after him)—Goodbye, Andy. And may you have the best of luck with it.
Andy (without). Thank ye, Daniel. Goodbye. (Daniel closes the door after him and looks sadly but triumphantly across at John. Alick and Mary go to the window together and look out after Andy.)
Daniel. Well, John?
John (with a sigh of intense relief and gratitude). Dan, I've said it before, and I'll say it again, you've a great head on you, Daniel.
(Curtain.)