John. Aye. Oh, aye. He should right enough. He's a wee bit backward before women, you know, Sarah. (Calls.) Daniel! (He goes over and opens door into rooms.) Daniel!
Daniel (without). Yes. (He appears at the door struggling vainly with his collar.)
John. Why didn't you come long ago. What kept you?
Daniel. Your collar. (He looks across at Andy and Sarah, who have seated themselves at the back.) How do you do, Andy and Sarah? You're very welcome. (He looks at Mackenzie, who stares curiously at him.)
Andy. This is a friend of ours, Daniel, that happened to be stopping with us last summer at Newcastle in the same house, and he came over for his holidays to us this time. We brought him over to see you. They calls him Mackenzie.
Daniel (crossing over to the left and taking a seat near the door of the workshop.) How do you do?
Mackenzie (patronisingly). I'm glad to see you at last, Mr. Murray, for I've heard a good deal about you.
Sarah. You see, Daniel, Mr. Mackenzie is an engineer in one of the great Scotch engineering yards. (Daniel's face expresses his dismay, which he hurriedly tries to hide.) What place was it you were in, Mr. Mackenzie?
Mackenzie. I served six years in the engine and fitting shops with Messrs. Ferguson, Hartie & Macpherson, and was two years shop foreman afterwards to Dennison, McLachlan & Co., and now I'm senior partner with the firm of Stephenson & Mackenzie. If ever you're up in Greenock direction, and want to see how we do it, just ask for Donal Mackenzie, and they'll show you the place. (Proudly.) We're the sole makers of the Mackenzie piston, if ever you heard of it.