Daniel. Yes. Just so. And the fact that a verdict of one thousand pounds would hang on it would hardly make it any better. Would it? You've a bad case against us, Andy. A rotten case! In fact, looking over the whole thing carefully, do you really believe you'd make even a ten pound note out of us?
Andy (despairingly). I wish Sarah had come and settled the case herself.
Daniel. Ah, no. You've a better head, Andy, for seeing the sensible side of a thing, far better. (Mary comes out of the workshop smiling gaily.) Well?
Mary. Uncle Dan, he's delighted with it.
Andy. What with? The bellows?
Mary. Yes. Go in, Andy, till you see it.
Andy. Is it true, Daniel, you were offered two thousand for it?
Daniel. We'll just go in and have a look at it. (Andy and he go into workshop.)
Mary (looking across at Alick). What's the matter?
Alick. Nothing. I'm going home. (He goes across to the yard door.)