Daniel (beginning to regard his brother with a sudden interest and suspicion). Who did you say was coming?
John (at door to rooms). Andy and Sarah McMinn. (He goes out.)
Daniel (suddenly realising the import of the preparations going on.) McMinn. Mc——. (He stops short, and then in a horrified voice.) Surely to God he hasn't a notion of that woman? (Calling tremulously.) John! John!
John (at door). Hurry up, man.
Daniel (appealingly). John. Tell me, John. You haven't——you're not going to——you haven't a notion of that woman?
John (hesitatingly). Well, Daniel, you see the house needs some one to look after it proper, and I thought——well—maybe—that Sarah would be just as nice and saving a woman as I could get, but I thought I would keep it a bit secret, don't you know, because I don't know yet if she'd have me or not. And she could talk to you better nor I could about machinery and things that would interest you, for she has an agency for sewing machines, and knows something about that sort of thing, and you'd get on great with each other. Now, hurry and get on you. (He goes out by door into rooms.)
Daniel (looking after him in a helpless manner, and sinking into a chair). If—if she'd have him! O great God! If that woman comes to this house, I—I'm a ruined man.
(Curtain.)