Daniel. Maybe ten would do it. I could sleep out under the arches an odd night or two, and——
John. No, no. I'll not have that. A Murray aye had a bed to go to and a sup to eat. (After a contemplative pause.) Here, I'll give you three pounds and you can go to Belfast.
Daniel. I don't care much about Belfast. You know I have been there five times now, and I have never got anyone to look into the thing at all proper.
John. You're too backward, Daniel, when it comes to the like of that. But ten pounds! No, I would like you to get on in the world right enough, Daniel, but I couldn't afford it. You know the way this house is being kept; it's lamentable. Tea and sugar and flour and things. Man, I'm just after paying off ten pounds to the McAfees for one thing and another, and it only a running account for two months. If I had a good housekeeper now, maybe things would alter for the better.
Mary (coming out from the workshop followed by Alick). O Uncle Dan! He says he'll go at once and get it——(She stops short in confusion on seeing her father.)
Alick. How are you, Mr. Murray?
John. O! bravely. What's the news with you?
Alick. I was just looking over some of them ideas of Daniel's, about the new fan bellows.
John. Aye. Now what do you think of it?