Mary. Look. Uncle Dan has his new fan bellows in that workshop. Go in and look at it, and if you do like me really, you could tell the McMinns that it was good—even if it wasn't quite perfect.
Mackenzie (hesitatingly). Um. I'll consider the question.
(Daniel re-enters. He stops short on seeing Mackenzie, and seems to become very uncomfortable.)
Mary. Uncle Dan! Mr. Mackenzie's going to examine your bellows.
Daniel. I don't allow everybody to go and look at it. No. I refuse. It's my property and no one else's.
Mary. Uncle Dan. (She looks at him meaningly.) Mr. Mackenzie has promised to give his opinion on it.
Daniel. It's not protected yet by patent.
Mackenzie. Andy McMinn is coming over, Mr. Murray. He has got orders from his sister to settle the case for her. Are you going to pay the money?
Daniel. That is a matter of my own deciding. (Mary goes over to her uncle and whispers to him.)
Mackenzie. Verra well. I may go. (To Mary.) I would have done you that good turn, Miss Murray; but there's no enmity between us. And (lowering his voice)—I hope you get the best of the McMinns in the bargain. Don't give in, Mr. Murray, easy. Take my tip. I'm from the stables, you know. (He laughs knowingly.)