Daniel. No. Never mind, Mary. I'll get it myself. There's someone at the door. You better open the door, Mary. (He goes off hurriedly to parlour.) (Knocking at yard door.) Come in. (Donal Mackenzie opens the door and comes in.)
Mackenzie. Fine afternoon, Miss Murray.
Mary (coldly). Good day to you.
Mackenzie. I'm going off to Scotland verra soon, and I thought I would call over to see you before I went off. You're no angry, are you?
Mary. No. (Mackenzie seats himself at the table.)
Mackenzie. Did you get a post card?
Mary. I got some silly thing this morning that I tore up.
Mackenzie. I'm sorry. I'm verra fond of you, Mary.
Mary. Miss Murray, please.