Daniel. You've been kind, John. Very kind. We always pulled well together, and never had much cross words with one another, but—well, circumstances are altered now.
John. You mean because I'm going to marry Sarah.
Daniel. Exactly. That puts an end to our long and pleasant sojourn here together. I'll have to go.
John (affected). Oh easy, Daniel. Ah, now, Sarah always liked you. She thinks a deal of you, and I'm sure she'd miss you out of the house as much as myself.
Daniel. John, I know better. She wants me out of this, and I would only be a source of unhappiness. I wouldn't like to cause you sorrow. She doesn't believe in me. She brought that Scotchman over to try and show me up. You all think he did. You think I mugged the thing. You don't believe in me now yourself. (He puts a few articles of clothing, &c., into the bag.)
John (awkwardly). Aye. Well—to tell you the truth, Daniel, you did not make much of a hand at explaining, you——
Daniel (pathetically). I thought so. Look here. One word. (He draws John aside.) Do you think Mackenzie invented that patent reciprocating piston that he's so proud of?
John (looking at him in amazement). What?
Daniel (impressively). Well. I know something about that. He stole it off another man, and took all the profits. I knew that. Do you think I'm going to give away the product of my brains explaining it to a man like that! No fear, John. (He turns again to the bag.) I'm taking details of my bellows, and my coat, and a few socks, and the pound you gave me yesterday, and I'm going to face the world alone.
John (moved). No, no. You'll not leave me, Daniel. Ah, no. I never meant that.