John (looking at him angrily). What ails you anyway?
Brown. If you please sir, the posty wants the account signed for that letter.
Mary. Oh, I forgot all about that. (She picks up the receipt for the letter from the table.) I'll sign it for you, father. (She goes over to Brown, who whispers somethings. She nods.) And I'll give it to him myself. (She goes out following Brown.)
John. It's a serious business, this, about the McMinns.
Daniel. You're all right, man. Wait a day or two. Take my advice. Do nothing in a hurry. Sit down and think it over the way I do when I'm working out a new idea. Don't rush things. It will all come right in the end. Just you wait and see if it doesn't.
John. Would it not be better to settle before going into the court? You know I couldn't stand being pointed out to of a Sunday morning and one and another talking—"There's the man that Sarah McMinn took the breach of promise case against." No, I couldn't stand that at all. It would be a disgrace to the Murrays for ever. I'm wondering now——(He pauses lost in thought.)
Daniel (alarmed). John. Surely you wouldn't—you couldn't think of going back on what you said to me. Would you?
John. I wonder, Daniel, would you mind so much after all if I married her?
Daniel (in an agonised voice). I couldn't stand it. No, John, I couldn't stay. Any other woman but that McMinn.
Mary (appearing at the door followed by Alick McCready). Come on in, Alick.