Daniel (appealingly). Then, John, John, it's not too late yet. (Desperately.) Give me—ah, give wee Mary another chance.
Sarah (at door). Come in, John, at once. Your tea's cold waiting, and it's no way to entertain company that.
John (angrily). D——n her. Daniel! Out of this home you will not go. I'd rather have your crack of a winter night as two hundred pounds in the bank and yon woman. (He reaches out his hand.) I'll break the match. (The two men shake hands.)
(Curtain.)
ACT III
The same scene two weeks later. Brown comes in by yard door holding letters in his hand, which he examines curiously at intervals.
Brown (shouting loudly). Miss Mary! Are you there, Miss Mary?
Kate (coming in from parlour). Hi there. Stop that shouting. D'ye want to wake the dead?