Mackenzie. If you go to London, it'll take you to explain yourself a bit better, Mr. Murray.
John (who has resumed his place at the fire, and is looking carefully at the telegram). That will mean how many pounds, Daniel, did you say?
Daniel (promptly). Fifteen, John. (Mary goes out by door to rooms.)
Mackenzie. Who is Gregg?
Daniel. Gregg? Ah. He's a man lives in London. Engineer.
John (dubiously). Well, I suppose you—(he pauses, then hands the telegram to Sarah, who stretches out her hand for it.)
Mary (at door). Tea's ready. (She stands aside to let the company past.)
Sarah. We didn't hear all about the bellows.
Andy (contemptuously). No, nor you never will. (He rises and goes through the door.)
Mackenzie (rising and stretching himself wearily). Any more, Mr. Murray?