Aye. Aye. Ye could do a heap wi' money, Samuel James.
Samuel James.
Alarmed. He endeavours to bluff it with a show of geniality.
Money's the thing, Grand-da.
Grandfather.
Its a tarr'ble fine thing, there's no doubt. Food and drink and fine clothes and fine houses ye can get.
Samuel James.
And tobaccy and seegars and the front seat at a consart.
Grandfather.
Here. Don't be temptin' Robbie John about playin' on that fiddle. You've upset the boy.