John (after a moment of deep thought). No. I don't think it.
Mary. Don't worry so much then, father.
John. It's the jury I'm so frightened of. They all come from the mountainy district at this Assizes, and there's not a man of them but wouldn't put a knife in me, the way I get beating them down in price at the fairs.
Mary. I don't think they'd give her fifty pounds when they see her. It's only good looking girls would get big sums like a thousand pounds.
John. It's all very well, Mary, but she could dress herself to look nice enough, the same Sarah, if she liked.
Mary. She could not, indeed.
John. They say, at least Brown was hinting to me, that its yon Scotch fellow, Mackenzie, has put up the McMinns to this business. He and that connection are as thick as thieves.
Mary. He mightn't be so very fond of them. When a man sends post cards to a girl he doesn't know very well, he's got a wee bit of a liking for her.
John. What are you talking about? I never sent her any post cards.