Daniel (looking across at John, who is standing with his back to the fireplace). I don't think I do.
John. No. We don't get them sort of papers. I did buy one or two like them for Daniel, but he told me he would just as soon have the Whig, for there was just as much information in it.
Mackenzie (laughing). O spirit of Burns! Just as much information—well, so much for that. Now, about this new patent, this new fan bellows that I hear you're working at, Mr. Murray.
Daniel. What about it?
Andy. We both seen the drawings in there, Daniel, but I don't think either of us made much of it. Could you not explain it to him, Daniel. Give him an idea what you mean to do with it.
John. Aye. Now's your chance, Daniel. You were talking of some difficulty or other. Maybe this gentleman could help you with it.
Daniel (shifting uneasily, and looking appealingly at John). Well. There's no great hurry. A little later on in the evening. (He looks at Sarah.) I'm thinking about Miss McMinn. I don't think this conversation would be very interesting to her.
Sarah. Oh, indeed now, Mr. Murray, I just love to know about it. A good fan bellows would be the great thing for yon fireplace of ours, Andy.
Andy. Aye. Soul, it would that.
Daniel (uncomfortably). No. Not just yet, John. A bit later on. I'm shy, John, you know. A bit backward before company.