Mary. It's in your workshop. (He crosses over to go there.)
Mary. You were very late coming in last night, uncle.
Daniel. Eh? (He goes in, gets the paper, comes out again.)
Mary. I heard you coming in, and the clock was just after striking two. (He sits down and opens paper.)
Daniel. Well—I met a few friends last night. Appreciative friends I could talk to, and I was explaining that new idea of mine that I've been working at so long—that new idea for a fan-bellows. It's a great thing. Oh yes. It should be. I sat up quite a while last night, thinking it over, and I believe I've got more ideas about it—better ones.
Mary. Do you think you'll make money off it, uncle?
Daniel. Mary—if it comes off—if I can get someone to take it up, I believe 'twill make our fortune, I do.
Mary. Oh, uncle, it would be lovely if you did, and I would just die to see that nasty McMinn woman's face when she hears about you making such a hit.
Daniel. McMinn? Has that woman been sneering about me again? That's one woman, Mary, I can't stand. I can never do myself justice explaining ideas in company when that woman is present.
Mary. Never mind her, uncle. (Coming close beside him.) Do you mind the time last time, uncle, when you went up to Belfast for a week to see about that patent for—what's this the patent was, uncle?