Andy. Aye. Well, I wouldn't mind at all, Daniel.
Daniel. Just to show there's no ill-feeling over this unfortunate business. (He goes to the clock, opens the panel door and takes out a bottle of whiskey, gets glasses from the dresser and pours out a small portion of whiskey into each.) Good health, Andy.
Andy. Good health, Daniel. (They drink.)
Daniel. Now to go on with our business. I don't think, in the first case, that this was an affaire de coeur, as the Frenchmen say.
Andy. Eh?
Daniel. You don't understand French? Of course not. No. It wasn't a love affair, I mean. I don't think Sarah was in love with John, was she?
Andy (hesitatingly). Well—indeed, now, I don't know that she was.
Daniel. No. We're all aware of that. He was just what we'd call a likely man. That's all.
Andy. Aye. He would have been a good match for her.
Daniel. Yes. Quite so, Andy. He would have been a good match for her. (He makes notes in a pocket book.) Nothing like notes, Andy. Now, so much for the love part of the business. They never exchanged letters?