John. Had he his luggage with him?
Brown. Aye. He has yon big portmanteau of his, and a parcel of something or other.
John. Away out and help him then, can't you? (Brown goes out.) I wonder what kept him in Belfast all this time. I suppose he's spent most of the five pounds I gave him. Like enough. I never mind him coming back yet with a ha'penny on him. (He sits down at the fireplace and looks again at the letter.) A thousand pounds! And there never was a breach of promise case known where they didn't bring in a verdict for the woman. Never! (He becomes absorbed in thought, and as he sits ruminating Mary opens the door, carrying a large brown paper parcel, followed by Daniel. Daniel is dressed fairly well, and seems to be in high spirits. Brown follows him carrying a portmanteau.)
Daniel (brightly). Home again, John.
John (morosely). Aye. It was near time, I think.
Daniel. Saw quite a number of people this time, John. A great number. They were all very much interested. Fine town, Belfast. Growing very rapidly. Wonderful place.
Mary. What's in the parcel? (She looks at it with great curiosity.)
Daniel. Ah, that—that't the great secret. Mum's the word. All in good time, Mary.
Brown. Will I leave your bag here, Mr. Dan?
Daniel. Yes. Here's a sixpence for you. (He hands it to Brown.)