Andy. I suppose Daniel's at home. Is he?
John. Daniel? Oh aye, Daniel's at home. He's just tidying himself up a wee bit.
Mackenzie. A wee bit paint and powder gangs a lang gait to make up defects, as you ken yourself, Miss McMinn. (He laughs loudly.) That's a guid one.
Andy (looking slyly at Sarah). He's up out of bed then?
John (innocently). Oh aye. He sits up late of nights working out things. (He points to the door of workshop.) That's his workshop.
Mackenzie. He works then?
John. Aye. He works in there. (Andy goes over and goes into workshop.)
Mackenzie. Because it doesna follow always, as I have discovered in my experience, that because a man has a workshop, he works. (He laughs, evidently much pleased at his own humour.)
Andy (looking out again through door). There's nothing much to see in this place except a lot of dirty papers.
John. That's the plans of the bellows he's working at.