Alick. Aye.
Daniel. Well, if you behave yourself like a man with some manners, and not like an ignorant clodhopper, I can do a great deal for you.
Alick. Thank you, sir. You know, Mr. Murray, I have as nice a wee farm, and as good stock on it as well, as any man in the county, and if I'm lucky enough to get that niece of yours, you'll always be welcome to come and pass a day or two and have a chat.
Daniel. I think you and I will get along all right, Alick. There's one or two little things I need badly sometimes in this house. I mean I want help often, you know, Alick, to carry my points with John; points about going to see people and that sort of thing, and it's really very hard to manage John on points like that, unless we resort to certain means to convince him they are absolutely necessary.
Alick (uneasily). Yes. I sort of follow you.
Daniel. You know what I mean. John's a little dense, you know. He can't see the point of an argument very well unless you sort of knock him down with it. Now, if a thing is fair and reasonable, and a man is so dense that he can't see it, you are quite justified—at least, I take it so—to manufacture a way—it doesn't matter how—so long as you make that dense man accept the thing, whatever it is, as right. Do you follow me?
Alick. I'm just beginning to see a kind of way.
Mary (appearing at door from inner rooms). I can't see that thing anywhere. (She suddenly sees Alick.) Oh Alick! You here!
Alick. Yes. It's a nice morning, and you're looking beautiful!
Mary. Oh, bother. (She seems to suddenly recollect something.) Oh, I say! uncle! You remember? Uncle!