Daniel (appealingly). Well. Could I be much plainer, Mr. Mackenzie?
Mackenzie (cynically). I'm here to discuss fan bellows, not pneumatics.
Daniel (sotto voce). D——n him. (He pulls himself together.) Well. Then I suppose the first thing is—well—to know what is a bellows.
Andy. Aye. Man, Daniel, you start off just the same as the clergy. That's the way they always goes on expounding things to you.
Sarah (severely). Don't be interrupting, Andy.
Mackenzie (sneeringly). Well, I think everyone here knows what a bellows is.
Daniel. Everyone here? Do you, John?
John. Aye. I would like, Daniel, to hear right what a bellows is. I mean I can see the thing blowing up a fire when you use it, any man could see that—but its the workings of it. What's the arrangements and internal works of the bellows now, Daniel?
Daniel. Well, you push the handles together in an ordinary bellows and—and the air—blows out. (Seeing that this statement is received coldly.) Now, why does it blow out?