Daniel. Last night? (He looks at the letter.) Yesterday was the 14th, wasn't it? Aye. It was. I wonder did they believe McAleenan?
Kate. I don't think they know right what to make of it. And yon Scotchman was there at the time, and mind you, Mr. Dan, they say he looked quite serious when he heard it, and said such things as that happened many's a time.
Daniel (incredulously). Mackenzie said that?
Kate. Aye. You know, I think it's maybe because he has a wee notion of Miss Mary, sir.
Daniel. It's quite possible. Quite possible. A nice wee girl is Mary. Fact, too good for the half of the clodhoppers about these parts. (He takes up the parcel, pen, and ink, and paper, and goes across into the workshop.)
Kate (looking after him). Poor creature. I'm feared he's for the road again if he doesn't worry out some way for himself. And God knows he's the one best fitted for it. (Mary enters.) Well, did you see him off comfortably?
Mary. Who?
Kate. Alick McCready.
Mary. Kate. I with you'd mind your own business.