John. Whist. Andy McMinn's a very decent man. Tell me (rather bashfully), was Sarah to come with him?
Mary (alarmed). O holy prophets! I hope not.
Alick. Aye. She's coming too. She wanted to see it as well as Andy.
John. Aye. Certainly, and she's welcome too. Mary, you can get the house ready, and the table set, and a nice tea for them when they come, and I can go and get tidied up a wee bit. (He goes off through door into inner rooms.)
Alick (leaning against the table and looking across at Mary, who is sitting at the opposite end.) You're as nice a wee girl as ever I——
Mary. You're an awful fool. Hurry, Alick, like a decent man and get that telegram sent.
Alick. That uncle of yours, Mary, heth he's as canny a keoghboy as I've seen. Its the queer tears he'll be taking to himself in London if I know anything.
Mary. Hold your tongue. You've no business to talk about Uncle Dan that way. He could give you tons as far as brains go anyway.
Alick. I believe that. (He goes to yard door, then turns back.) I say, Mary. What name will I put on that telegram? "Come to London at once about patent. Intend purchasing." Hadn't we better have a name?