Daniel (somewhat perplexed). Eh?
Mary (motioning towards Alick). Telegram to come to London.
Daniel. Ah——Oh, yes, yes.
Mary. Let's go into your workshop and tell Alick what we want. Come on.
Alick. I'll do anything in the world you want.
(They all go into the workshop. As they disappear, John Murray, sweating and angry looking, comes through from the yard followed by Brown. John is a tall, stout man, with a rather dour countenance and somewhat stolid expression. He is a year or so the elder of Dan in age. He goes to the dresser, puts his hand on the top shelf, takes down a spanner and throws it down angrily on the table.)
John. There. There you are, you stupid-looking, good for nothing, dunder-headed, Italian idiot you.
Brown. You're something terrible cross this morning.
John. (heatedly). Is it any wonder? Away out at once now and put her to rights and quick about it. (Brown meekly goes out.) The like of servant men nowadays, I never seen in my mortal days. A concern of ignorant bauchles, every one of them.