John. You're brave and free-handed with your money. Giving the like of that bauchle sixpence. (Brown, who is going out through yard door, stares back at his master protestingly, and then goes out.) The Lord knows but we will be wanting every ha'penny we can scrape together, and soon enough.
Mary. I didn't tell Uncle Dan yet, father.
Daniel (seating himself near the workshop door). Has anything happened?
Mary. Yes. Sarah McMinn has——
John. Read that letter, Daniel. (He goes across and hands Daniel the letter, and goes back to the fireplace to watch him.)
Daniel (taking out his glasses and solemnly perusing the letter). Um.
John. Well? What do you think of that?
Daniel (endeavouring to appear cheerful.) Keep up a stout heart, John. You're safe enough.
John. Oh, heth, I'm not so sure of that. Sure you never heard tell of a jury yet that didn't give damages against the defendant in a breach of promise case. Did you now?
Daniel. Tuts, man. She has no case.