Brown. Did you ever hear tell of a widow man that never got married again.
Kate. Plenty. Don't come in here talking blethers.
Brown. Whist. There's more in what I'm telling you than you think. And I'll hold you to a shilling that Sarah McMinn will be Mrs. John Murray before one month.
Kate. Who told you?
Brown. Ach. You've no more head than a yellow yorling. Where has Mr. John been going to these wheen of nights?
Kate (thinking). Andy McMinns!
Brown. Aye. Do you think it is to see old Andy? And sure he's been talking to me all morning about the way the house is being kept. No hand to save the waste; bread and things destroyed; hens laying away; eggs ate up by the dozen and chickens lost and one thing and another. And hinting about what money a good saving woman would bring him. And Mr. Daniel——
Kate. Sh——he's in there working.
Brown. Working? Ah, God save us! Him working! The last man that seen Mr. Dan working is in his grave this twenty years. (He goes over next workshop door.) I'll just peep in at him through the keyhole. (He goes over and does so, and then beckons Kate over. She peeps in and grins. As they are thus occupied Alick McCready opens the door and stands gazing at them. He is a type of the young well-to-do farmer, respectably dressed and good-looking.)
Alick. Well! Well! Some people earn their money easy!