The same scene some hours later. The curtain rises to discover Kate seated near table at back enjoying a cup of tea which she has made, and is drinking with relish.

Kate. I suppose they'll be wanting jam and sugar for the tea—aye—and some of them scones Miss Mary cooked yesterday, not but you couldn't eat them, and a pat or two of butter. (She finishes off the remains of the tea.) Now, that's a nice girl for you! Here's company coming till the house and tea and things a wanting, and she goes and leaves all to go strolling down the loaning with that fool of a McCready.

(Brown opens the yard door and comes in. He replaces the spanner on the top shelf and then turns and looks at Kate.)

Kate. Well?

Brown. Well, yourself?

Kate. Do you see any sign of them McMinns yet?

Brown. Aye. I see the trap coming over the Cattle Hill. There was three in it, as far as I could make out.

Kate. Who be to be the third party I wonder? Is it their servant man?

Brown. Do you think old Andy McMinn's servant man gets leave to drive them about of an afternoon like the clergy's? Talk sense, woman.

Kate. Maybe it's yon Scotch body I heard was stopping with them.

Brown. Aye. Yon Mackenzie. Ach, man, but yon creature would scunder you.

Kate. Aye.

Brown. Ach! Cracking jokes and laughing that hearty at them, and I'm danged if a bat with one eye shut could make out what he was laughing at. (Listening.) Here they are. I hear the wheels coming up the loaning. I'll have to go and put up the horse for them I suppose. (He goes out by yard door.)

Kate. I wonder if the master seen them coming. (She rapidly clears the table and then goes over to door into room.) I better tell him. (She knocks at the door.)

John (without). Aye. (He comes and opens the door, dressed in his best suit of clothes.) What's the matter?

Kate. They're just come, sir.

John (excitedly). Are they? (Comes into kitchen.) Is my tie right, Kate? And my clothes—is there any dirt on the back of them?

Kate (inspecting him critically). You'll do grand. I never seen you looking better.

John. Where's Mary? Why isn't she here?

Kate. She went out about something. She'll be back in a minute.

John. Right enough, it would do her all the good in the world to have a sensible woman looking after her. She just gets her own way a deal too much in this house. (He goes to window and looks out.) Aye. Here they are! Tell Daniel to hurry. (Kate goes off by door to rooms.) Sarah's looking bravely. Man, that woman could save me thirty, aye forty, pounds a year if she was here. (Suddenly.) Ach! Is Daniel never ready yet? (Calls.) Daniel! (Louder.) Daniel!

Daniel (without). Aye.

John. Hurry, man. They've come. (John goes to yard door and goes out.)

Daniel (in an exasperated voice). Ach!

(John comes in followed by Andrew McMinn, an elderly non-descript sort of man, followed by Sarah, a sour faced spinster of uncertain age. In the rear is Donal Mackenzie. He is wearing a tourist costume of Norfolk jacket and knickers, and is a keen faced, hard, angular looking personage.)

John. Yous are all welcome. Every one of you. You Andy and Sarah, and Mr. Mackenzie. The Scotch is aye welcome, Mr. Mackenzie.

Mackenzie. Aye. That's what I said the last time I was in Ballyannis, and was verra thirsty, and went into a beer-shop to get a dram—Black and White it was. Verra guid. (He laughs loudly at his own joke.)

Sarah. We brought Mr. Mackenzie along with us to see your brother, John. You see he's an engineer and knows a good deal about machinery and plans and things.

Mackenzie. Aye. There's not much about machinery that I dinna ken, Mr. Murray, from a forty thousand horse power quadruple expansion doon to a freewheel bicycle. (Proudly.) I hae done spells work at all of them, you ken.

Andy. I suppose Daniel's at home. Is he?

John. Daniel? Oh aye, Daniel's at home. He's just tidying himself up a wee bit.

Mackenzie. A wee bit paint and powder gangs a lang gait to make up defects, as you ken yourself, Miss McMinn. (He laughs loudly.) That's a guid one.

Andy (looking slyly at Sarah). He's up out of bed then?

John (innocently). Oh aye. He sits up late of nights working out things. (He points to the door of workshop.) That's his workshop.

Mackenzie. He works then?

John. Aye. He works in there. (Andy goes over and goes into workshop.)

Mackenzie. Because it doesna follow always, as I have discovered in my experience, that because a man has a workshop, he works. (He laughs, evidently much pleased at his own humour.)

Andy (looking out again through door). There's nothing much to see in this place except a lot of dirty papers.

John. That's the plans of the bellows he's working at.

Mackenzie (going over to workshop). Come out, Mr. McMinn, till I examine. (Andy comes out and he passes in.) Eh. This is the plan of the great bellows. (He laughs loudly.)

Andy. Is he making much headway with it, John?

John. Indeed, now, I think he's doing bravely at it. He's keeping very close at it this day or two.

Andy. There's a terrible amount of newspapers lying in there. Has he no other plans and drawings except what's there?

John. Oh aye. He has plenty of plans and drawings somewhere, for I seen them once or twice.

Mackenzie (coming out). I can't say much about that contrivance. (He laughs.) And, I say. Look here. He does more than draw bellows. He draws corks as well. (He produces a bottle of whiskey almost empty.)

John. Ah, well. He's not a great transgressor either in the matter of a bottle. No, no.

Andy. And the smell of smoke in the place!

Sarah. John, I think Daniel smokes far too much.

Andy. He should be dressed by now.

John. Aye. Oh, aye. He should right enough. He's a wee bit backward before women, you know, Sarah. (Calls.) Daniel! (He goes over and opens door into rooms.) Daniel!

Daniel (without). Yes. (He appears at the door struggling vainly with his collar.)

John. Why didn't you come long ago. What kept you?

Daniel. Your collar. (He looks across at Andy and Sarah, who have seated themselves at the back.) How do you do, Andy and Sarah? You're very welcome. (He looks at Mackenzie, who stares curiously at him.)

Andy. This is a friend of ours, Daniel, that happened to be stopping with us last summer at Newcastle in the same house, and he came over for his holidays to us this time. We brought him over to see you. They calls him Mackenzie.

Daniel (crossing over to the left and taking a seat near the door of the workshop.) How do you do?

Mackenzie (patronisingly). I'm glad to see you at last, Mr. Murray, for I've heard a good deal about you.

Sarah. You see, Daniel, Mr. Mackenzie is an engineer in one of the great Scotch engineering yards. (Daniel's face expresses his dismay, which he hurriedly tries to hide.) What place was it you were in, Mr. Mackenzie?

Mackenzie. I served six years in the engine and fitting shops with Messrs. Ferguson, Hartie & Macpherson, and was two years shop foreman afterwards to Dennison, McLachlan & Co., and now I'm senior partner with the firm of Stephenson & Mackenzie. If ever you're up in Greenock direction, and want to see how we do it, just ask for Donal Mackenzie, and they'll show you the place. (Proudly.) We're the sole makers of the Mackenzie piston, if ever you heard of it.

Daniel (uneasily). I'm sorry to say I haven't.

Mackenzie. And you call yourself an engineer and you don't know about Donal Mackenzie's patent reciprocating piston.

John (apologetically). You see we be a bit out of the world here, Mr. Mackenzie.

Daniel. Yes. Now that's one point. One great point that always tells against me. (Getting courageous.) It really needs a man to be continually visiting the great engineering centres—Greenock, London—

Mackenzie (scornfully). London's not an engineering centre—Glasgow, Hartlepool, Newcastle——

Daniel. Well, all those places. He could keep himself posted up in all the newest ideas then, and inventions.

Mackenzie. But a man can keep himself to the fore if he reads the technical journals and follows their articles. What technical papers do you get? Do you ever get the Scottish Engineers' Monthly Handbook, price sixpence monthly? I'm the writer on the inventors' column. My articles are signed Fergus McLachlan. Perhaps you've read them?

Daniel. I think—um—I'm not quite sure that I have.

Mackenzie. You remember one I wrote on the new compressed air drills last July?

Daniel (looking across at John, who is standing with his back to the fireplace). I don't think I do.

John. No. We don't get them sort of papers. I did buy one or two like them for Daniel, but he told me he would just as soon have the Whig, for there was just as much information in it.

Mackenzie (laughing). O spirit of Burns! Just as much information—well, so much for that. Now, about this new patent, this new fan bellows that I hear you're working at, Mr. Murray.

Daniel. What about it?

Andy. We both seen the drawings in there, Daniel, but I don't think either of us made much of it. Could you not explain it to him, Daniel. Give him an idea what you mean to do with it.

John. Aye. Now's your chance, Daniel. You were talking of some difficulty or other. Maybe this gentleman could help you with it.

Daniel (shifting uneasily, and looking appealingly at John). Well. There's no great hurry. A little later on in the evening. (He looks at Sarah.) I'm thinking about Miss McMinn. I don't think this conversation would be very interesting to her.

Sarah. Oh, indeed now, Mr. Murray, I just love to know about it. A good fan bellows would be the great thing for yon fireplace of ours, Andy.

Andy. Aye. Soul, it would that.

Daniel (uncomfortably). No. Not just yet, John. A bit later on. I'm shy, John, you know. A bit backward before company.

John. You're a man to talk about going to see people in London.

Sarah. What? Was he going to London?

John. Aye. He was talking about going to London, and I was half-minded to let him go.

Andy (who exchanges meaning glances with Sarah). Boys, that would cost a wheen of pounds!

Mackenzie. Who wull you go to see in London?

Daniel (evasively). Oh—engineers and patent agents and people that would take an interest in that sort of thing.

Mackenzie. Have you anyone to go to in particular?

Daniel. Oh, yes.

Sarah. It will cost a great deal of money, Daniel. Seven or eight pounds anyway. Won't it, Mr. Mackenzie?

Mackenzie. It would, and more.

John (looking at Sarah with evident admiration). Man, that's a saving woman. She can count the pounds. (Suddenly). Daniel, away out and show Andy and Mr. Mackenzie the thresher, and get used to the company, and then you can come in and explain the thing to them. I want Sarah to stay here and help me to make the tea. That fool of a Mary is away again somewhere.

Andy (after a sly glance at Sarah). Aye. Come on, Daniel, and explain it to us. I hear there's a new kind of feedboard on her.

Mackenzie. How is she driven, Mr. Murray?

Daniel (uncomfortably). How is she what?

Mackenzie. How is she worked—steam, horse, or water power, which?

John (motioning Daniel to go, which the latter does very unwillingly). Go on out and you can show them, Daniel. (Daniel, Andy, and Mackenzie go out through yard door.) He's backward, you know, Sarah, oh, aye—backward; but a great head. A great head on him, Daniel.

Sarah. I suppose he is clever in his way.

John (seating himself close beside her and talking with innocent enthusiasm). Ah, boys, Sarah, I mind when he went to serve his time with McArthurs, of Ballygrainey, he was as clever a boy as come out of the ten townlands. And then he set up for himself, you know, and lost all, and then he come here. He's doing his best, poor creature, till pay me for what kindness I showed him, by trying to invent things that he says would maybe pay off, some time or other, all he owes to me.

Sarah (cynically). Poor Daniel! And he lost all his money?

John. Aye. Every ha'penny; and he took a hundred pounds off me as well. And now, poor soul, he hasn't a shilling, barring an odd pound or two I give him once or twice a month.

Sarah. Well! Well! And he's been a long time this way?

John. Aye. (Reflectively.) I suppose it's coming on now to twenty years.

Sarah. It's a wonder he wouldn't make some shapes to try and get a situation somewhere.

John. Ach, well, you know, when Annie, the wife, died and left Mary a wee bit of a wain, I was lonesome, and Daniel was always a right heartsome fellow, and I never asked him about going when he came here.

Sarah. He must be rather an expense to you. Pocket money for tobacco, and whenever he goes out a night to McArn's, its a treat all round to who is in at the time. And his clothes and boots, and let alone that, his going to see people about patents and things up to Belfast three or four times in the year. If he was in a situation and doing for himself, you could save a bit of money.

John (pensively). Aye. Heth and I never thought much of that, Sarah. I could right enough. I'll think over that now. (He looks at her, and then begins in a bashful manner.) You weren't at Ballyannis School fÊte, Sarah?

Sarah. No. But I heard you were there. Why?

John (coming still closer). I was expecting to see you.

Sarah (contemptuously). I don't believe in young girls going to them things.

John (gazing at her in astonishment). But God bless me, they wouldn't call you young! (Sarah turns up her nose disgustedly.) I missed you. Man, I was looking for you all roads.

Sarah. I'm not a fool sort of young girl that you can just pass an idle hour or two with, John Murray, mind that.

John. I never thought that of you, Sarah.

Sarah. Some people think that.

John (astonished). No.

Sarah. They do. There's Andy just after warning me this morning about making a fool of myself.

John (puzzled). But you never done that, Sarah.

Sarah. Well, he was just after giving me advice about going round flirting with Tom, Dick and Harry.

John. Ah no. You never done that. Sure I knowed you this years and years, and you never had a boy to my knowing.

Sarah (offended). Well I had, plenty. Only I just wouldn't take them. I refused more than three offers in my time.

John (incredulously). Well! Well! And you wouldn't have them!

Sarah. No.

John. Why now?

Sarah (looking at him meaningly). Well—I liked somebody else better.

John (piqued). Did he—the somebody—did he never ask you?

Sarah. He might yet, maybe.

John (hopelessly to himself). I wonder would it be any use then me asking her.

Sarah. And I'm beginning to think he is a long time thinking about it. (Knocking at the door.)

John (angrily). Ach! Who's that?

Brown (opening yard door and looking in). Me, sir. Mr. Dan wants to know could you not come out a minute, and show the gentlemen what way you can stop the feedboard working.

John. Don't you know yourself, you stupid headed lump you. Away back at once. (Brown hurriedly closes the door after an inquiring glance at the pair.) That's them servant men for you. He knowed rightly what way it worked, only he was just curious. (Savagely.) He's a stupid creature, anyway.

Sarah. I think all men is stupid. They never see things at all.

John. Now, Sarah, sure women are just as bad. There's Mary. She's bright enough someways, but others—ach——

Sarah. Mary needs someone—a woman—to look after her. Somebody that knows how to manage a house and save money. She's lost running about here. Now, I had a young girl with me once was a wild useless thing when she came, and when she left me six months after, there wasn't a better trained, nor as meek a child in the whole country.

John. And you can manage a house, Sarah, and well, too. Can't you?

Sarah. I ran the house for Andy there twenty years and more, and I never once had to ask him for a pound. And what's more, I put some into the bank every quarter.

John. Did you now? (He looks at her in wondering admiration.)

Sarah. Yes. And I cleared five pounds on butter last half year.

John (with growing wonder). Did you?

Sarah. And made a profit of ten pounds on eggs alone this year already.

John (unable to contain himself any longer). Sarah, will you marry me?

Sarah (coyly). Oh, John, this is very sudden. (Knocking at yard door.) I will. I will. Will you tell them when they come in?

John (now that the ordeal has been passed, feeling somewhat uncomfortable). Well, I would rather you waited a few days, and then we could let them know, canny, don't you know, Sarah. Break the news soft, so to speak. Eh?

Sarah (disappointedly). Well, if you want it particular that way I—(knocking).

John (going to door). Aye, I'd rather you did. (He goes to the door and opens it and Mary comes in.)

Mary. I peeped through the window and I thought, perhaps, it would be better to knock first. It's a nice evening Miss McMinn. (She takes off her hat and flings it carelessly on a chair.) Where's Uncle Dan? I want to see him.

John. He'll be in soon enough. He's out showing Andy and Mackenzie the thresher.

Mary (laughing). Uncle Dan! What does he know about——(she stops short, remembering that Sarah is present.) Mr. Mackenzie?

Sarah. Yes. He's a gentleman, a friend of ours, engaged in the engineering business, who has a large place of his own in Scotland, and we brought him over here to see your Uncle Dan about the invention he's working at.

John. You stop here, Mary, with Sarah, and get the tea ready. You should have been in the house when company was coming. Where were you?

Mary. Oh, just down the loaning.

John. Who with?

Mary. Alick McCready.

John (sternly). Aye. You're gay fond of tralloping about with the boys.

Sarah. He's not just the sort of young man I would like to see in your company, Mary.

Mary (impertinently). It's none of your business whose company I was in.

John (disapprovingly). Now, Mary, remember your manners in front of your elders, and mind you must always show Miss McMinn particular respect. (Impressively). Particular respect. (Going towards yard door.) And you can show Sarah what you have in the house, and do what she bids you. Them's my orders. (He goes out.)

Sarah (looking disapprovingly at Mary). I wonder a girl like you has no more sense than to go gallivanting about at this time of day with boys, making talk for the whole country side.

Mary (sharply). I don't have to run after them to other people's houses anyway.

Sarah. And that is no way to be leaving down your hat. (She picks it up and looks at it.) Is that your Sunday one?

Mary (snatching it out of her hand). Just find out for yourself.

Sarah. Now, you should take and put it away carefully. There's no need to waste money that way, wearing things out.

Mary (with rising temper). Do you know it's my hat? Not yours. And I can do what I like with it. (She throws it down and stamps on it.) I can tramp on it if I want to.

Sarah (smiling grimly). Oh, well, tramp away. It's no wonder your father complained of waste and this sort of conduct going on.

(Kate comes in through door from rooms.)

Mary. Have you got the tea things ready, Kate?

Kate. Yes, Miss.

Mary. I suppose we better wet the tea.

Sarah (looking at the fire). Have you the kettle on?

Mary. Can't you see for yourself it's not on.

Sarah. Here, girl (to Kate), fill the kettle and put it on. (Kate looks at Mary, and with a shrug of her shoulders, obeys the orders.) Where's the tea till I show you how to measure?

Mary (in a mocking voice). Kate, get Miss McMinn the tea cannister till she shows you how to measure. (Kate goes to the dresser and brings the teapot and cannister over to Sarah at the table.)

Sarah. But it's you I want to show. (Mary pays no attention, but sits down idly drumming her fingers on the table.) There now—pay particular attention to this. (She takes the cannister from Kate, opens it and ladles out the tea with a spoon into the teapot.) One spoonful for your father and uncle, one for my brother and Mr. Mackenzie, one for yourself and me, and half-a-one for Kate.

Mary. Do you see that, Kate?

Kate. Yes, Miss.

Mary (mockingly). Now the next thing, I suppose, is to weigh out the sugar.

Sarah. No. You always ask the company first do they take sugar before you pour out the tea.

Mary. No; not in good society. You put it on the saucers.

Sarah. Put some in the bowl, Kate, and never heed her.

Mary (almost tearfully). You've no business to say that, Kate! Who's your mistress here?

Kate (very promptly). You, Miss.

Mary. Then do what I tell you. Put on the tablecloth, and lay the cups and saucers, and make everything ready, and take no orders except from me.

Sarah. Very well. I'll learn her manners when I come to this house. (To Mary) I want to see the china.

Mary. Well, go into the next room and look for it.

Sarah (going towards door to rooms). You better mind what your father told you. (She goes in.)

Mary (making a face after her). You nasty old thing. (Daniel appears at the door from yard. He is nervous and worried looking. He goes and sits down near the fireplace, wearily.) Uncle Dan. (She goes over close beside him.) Wasn't it good of Alick? He went away to Ballyannis Post Office to get that telegram sent.

Daniel. A very decent fellow, Alick. (Gratefully.) Very obliging.

Mary (confidingly). Do you know, uncle, when he went off to send that telegram I was nearly calling him back. I don't care so very much now whether I see that boy you were telling me about or not. Is he—do you think, uncle—is he much nicer than Alick?

Daniel. Nicer? (He looks at his niece, and then begins to divine the way her feelings lie.) Well, of course we have all our opinions on these things you know, Mary, but Alick—well, after all there's many a worse fellow than Alick, isn't there? (Mary does not answer, but puts her head close to her uncle.) Ah, yes.

Mary (suddenly). Uncle! Do you know what has happened? I heard father proposing to Miss McMinn!

Daniel (groaning). Oh my! I knew it would happen! I knew it would happen! When? Where?

Mary. In here. I wanted to slip in quietly after leaving Alick down the loaning when I overheard the voices. It was father and Miss McMinn. She was telling him how she had saved five pounds on butter last half year, and ten pounds on eggs this year, and then father asked her to marry him. I knocked at the door out of divilment, and she just pitched herself at him. I—I'm not going to stay in the house with that woman. I'd sooner marry Alick McCready.

Daniel (despairingly). I would myself. I daren't—I couldn't face the look of that woman in the mornings.

Mary. It's all right for you to talk, uncle. You'll be working away at your inventions, and that sort of thing, and will have nothing much to do with her, but I'd be under her thumb all the time. And I hate her, and I know she hates me. (Tearfully.) And then the way father talks about her being such a fine housekeeper, and about the waste that goes on in this house, it nearly makes me cry, just because I have been a bit careless maybe. But I could manage a house every bit as well as she could, and I'd show father that if I only got another chance. Couldn't I uncle?

Daniel (soothingly). And far better, Mary. Far better.

Mary. And you could do far more at your invention if you only got a chance. Couldn't you, uncle?

Daniel. No doubt about it, Mary. None. I never got much of a chance here.

Mary. I wonder could we both try to get another chance. (Suddenly, with animation.) Uncle!

Daniel. Well?

Mary. Aren't you going to explain that fan bellows thing you've been working at to them when they come in? (Daniel nods sadly.) Well, look. That Scotchman—he understands things like that, and that's just the reason why that nasty woman brought him over. Just to trip you and show you up, and she thinks she'll make father see through you. But just you rise to the occasion and astonish them. Eh, uncle?

Daniel (uneasily). Um—well, I don't know. That Scotchman's rather a dense sort of fellow. Very hard to get on with somehow.

Mary. Now, Uncle Dan, it's our last chance. Let us beat that woman somehow or other.

Daniel. It's all very well, Mary, to talk that way. (Suddenly.) I wonder is there a book on machinery in the house?

Mary. Machinery? Let me think. Yes, I do believe Kate was reading some book yesterday about things, and there was something about machinery in it.

Daniel. For Heaven's sake, Mary, get it.

Mary (calling). Kate! Are you there, Kate? (Kate comes in from inner rooms.) Where's that book you were reading last night, Kate?

Kate (surprised). For dear's sake, Miss! Yon dirty old thing? The one with the big talk between the old fellow and the son about everything in the world you could think of?

Mary. Yes, yes. Uncle Dan wants it. (Kate fetches a tattered volume from the dresser and hands it to Daniel. Daniel opens it, and reads while the two girls peer over his shoulder.)

Daniel (reading slowly). "The Child's Educator. A series of conversations between Charles and his father regarding the natural philosophy, as revealed to us, by the Very Reverend Ezekiel Johnston."

Kate. (much interested). Aye. Just go on till you see Mr. Dan. Its the queerest conversation between an old lad and his son ever you heard tell of.

Daniel (reading). Ah! "The simple forms of machines. The lever, the wedge, the inclined plane—Father—and here we come to further consider the application of this principle, my dear Charles, to what is known as the differential wheel and axle. Um Charles—Father—Charles. Father." (He looks up despairingly at Mary.) No good, my dear. Out of date. (He, however, resumes reading the book carefully.)

Kate (nudging Mary, and pointing to door into rooms). She's going into all the cupboards and drawers, and looking at everything. (She turns to go back and opens the door to pass through.) I never seen such a woman.

Mary (raising her voice so as to let Sarah hear her). Just keep an eye on her, Kate, and see she doesn't take anything.

Daniel. I might get something out of this. Atmosphere. Pressure.

Mary. Uncle Dan. (He pays no attention, but is absorbed in the book). Uncle Dan, I'm going down the loaning a pace. Alick said he might be back, and I think—(she sees he is not listening, and slips back to look over his shoulder.)

Daniel (reading). Charles. And now my dear father, after discussing in such clear and lucid terms the use of the barometer, and how it is constructed, could you tell me or explain the meaning of the word "pneumatic."

Mary (going towards yard door). Good luck, Uncle Danny. I'm away. (She goes out.)

Daniel. There's not much here about bellows. (Hopelessly.) I wish I had made up this subject a little better. (Kate comes in evidently much perturbed and angry.)

Kate. The divil take her and them remarks of hers. Who gave her the right to go searching that way, I wonder? Where's the silver kept, and was it locked, and how many spoons was there, and why weren't they better polished; and part of the china broke.

Sarah (coming to door and speaking. As soon as Daniel hears her voice he hurriedly retreats across to the workshop.) Where do you keep the knives and forks?

Kate. You don't want forks for the tea.

Sarah. I want to count them.

Kate (in amazement). Oh, God save us! You'd think there was a pross on the house! (She follows Sarah in through door Mackenzie comes in, followed by John, then Andy.)

Mackenzie. And it was a great idea, you know. The steam passed through the condenser, and the exhaust was never open to the atmosphere.

John (evidently much impressed, and repeating the word in a wondering manner) Aye. The exhaust!

Mackenzie. Aye. The exhaust. But now I'm verra anxious to hear your brother explaining what he's made out about the bellows. Its the small things like that you ken that a man makes a fortune of, not the big ones.

John (impressed). Do you think that now?

Mackenzie. You know I take a particular interest in bellows myself. I tried my hand a good while working out a new kind of bellows, and I flatter myself that I know something about the subject.

John. Aye. (Looking round.) Where's Daniel? Daniel! Are you there, Daniel? (Daniel comes out and stands near the door.) You could maybe bring them plans out you're working at and explain it to them now, Daniel. Eh? And wait, Sarah wants to hear it too. (Calling.) Are you there, Sarah?

Daniel (seating himself sadly). Aye. She's in there somewhere taking stock.

John (going next door to rooms). Are you there, dear? (Sarah comes out.) Daniel's going to explain the thing to us, and you wanted to hear about it. Didn't you?

Sarah. I'm just dying to know all about it. (She seats herself to the right at back. Andy sits on one side of the table and Mackenzie at the other, expectantly, while John goes over to the fireplace almost opposite his brother.) You know, Mr. Daniel, that's one thing we want very bad in our house—a good fan bellows.

Daniel. They are very useful, very.

John. Aye. They are that. (To Sarah). He has a good head on him, Daniel. Eh? (To Daniel.) Now go on and make it very plain so that every one can follow you. Bring out the plans and show us.

Daniel (uneasily.) I can explain it better without them. (After a pause.) Well, I suppose this subject of bellows would come under the heading of pneumatics in natural philosophy.

John. Oh, now, don't be going off that way. Could you not make it plainer nor that?

Daniel (appealingly). Well. Could I be much plainer, Mr. Mackenzie?

Mackenzie (cynically). I'm here to discuss fan bellows, not pneumatics.

Daniel (sotto voce). D——n him. (He pulls himself together.) Well. Then I suppose the first thing is—well—to know what is a bellows.

Andy. Aye. Man, Daniel, you start off just the same as the clergy. That's the way they always goes on expounding things to you.

Sarah (severely). Don't be interrupting, Andy.

Mackenzie (sneeringly). Well, I think everyone here knows what a bellows is.

Daniel. Everyone here? Do you, John?

John. Aye. I would like, Daniel, to hear right what a bellows is. I mean I can see the thing blowing up a fire when you use it, any man could see that—but its the workings of it. What's the arrangements and internal works of the bellows now, Daniel?

Daniel. Well, you push the handles together in an ordinary bellows and—and the air—blows out. (Seeing that this statement is received coldly.) Now, why does it blow out?

John (disappointedly). Because it's pushed out of course. There's no sense in asking that sort of a question.

Daniel. Well, there's a flap on the bellows—a thing that moves up and down. Well, that flap has all to do with pushing the air.

John. Maybe this scientifican business is uninteresting to you, Sarah, is it?

Daniel (brightening up at the suggestion). I'm sure it is. Perhaps we better stop.

Sarah (smiling grimly). Oh, not at all. I want to hear more.

Mackenzie. You're wasting a lot of my time, Mr. Murray. I came here to hear about a fan bellows.

Daniel (confusedly). Oh, yes. Yes. Certainly. Fan bellows. There's a difference between a fan bellows and an ordinary bellows.

Mary (opening door from yard and coming in). Oh, Uncle Dan, are you explaining it to them. Did I miss much of it?

Mackenzie. I don't think it matters much what time you come in during this.

John (impatiently). Go on, Daniel.

Daniel. It's very hard for me to go on with these constant interruptions. Well, I was just saying there was a difference between a fan bellows and an ordinary bellows.

Mackenzie. Now, what is a fan bellows yourself, Mr. Murray?

Daniel (hopelessly). A fan bellows? Ah. Why now is it called a fan bellows?

Mackenzie (roughly). Don't be asking me my own questions.

Daniel (with a despairing effort). Well, now we will take it for granted it is because there must be something of the nature of a fan about a fan bellows. It is because there are fans inside the casing. And the handle being turned causes these—eh—fans to turn round too. And then the air comes out with a rush.

John. Aye. It must be the fans that pushes it out.

Daniel. Exactly. Well, now, the difficulty we find here is—(he pauses).

Andy. Aye.

John. Go on, Daniel.

Daniel. You want a constant draught blowing. That's number one. Then—well—the other. You see, if we took some of these fans.

Mackenzie. Yes.

Daniel (in a floundering way). And put them in a tight-fitting case, and put more of them inside, and understood exactly what their size was, we could arrange for the way that—

John (in a puzzled way to Sarah). I can only follow Daniel a short way too. (Repeating slowly.) Put them in a tight-fitting case—

Brown (appearing at yard door with a telegram in his hand, and speaking with suppressed excitement). A telegram for Mr. Daniel.

Daniel (with a gasp of relief). Ah! (He tears it open and proudly reads it out aloud.) "Come to London at once to explain patent. Want to purchase. Gregg."

(Brown goes out again.)

Mackenzie. Who? Gregg?

Daniel. I suppose I better go, John?

John. Let's see the telegram. (He goes over to Daniel, who hands it to him.)

Mackenzie. If you go to London, it'll take you to explain yourself a bit better, Mr. Murray.

John (who has resumed his place at the fire, and is looking carefully at the telegram). That will mean how many pounds, Daniel, did you say?

Daniel (promptly). Fifteen, John. (Mary goes out by door to rooms.)

Mackenzie. Who is Gregg?

Daniel. Gregg? Ah. He's a man lives in London. Engineer.

John (dubiously). Well, I suppose you—(he pauses, then hands the telegram to Sarah, who stretches out her hand for it.)

Mary (at door). Tea's ready. (She stands aside to let the company past.)

Sarah. We didn't hear all about the bellows.

Andy (contemptuously). No, nor you never will. (He rises and goes through the door.)

Mackenzie (rising and stretching himself wearily). Any more, Mr. Murray?

Daniel. I refuse to discuss the matter any further in public. (He goes off across to tea.)

Mackenzie (going over to John and looking at him knowingly). Do you know what it is, Mr. Murray? Your brother's nothing short of an impostor.

John (much offended). Don't dare to say that of a Murray.

Mackenzie (shrugging his shoulders). Well, I'm going for some tea. (Exit.)

Sarah. John, I've something to say to you again about Daniel, but the company's waiting. (She goes out to the tea room.)

John (sitting down moodily). Aye.

Mary. Are you not coming, father?

John. Aye.

Mary. Father! Surely you aren't going to marry that woman?

John. Don't talk of Sarah that ways. I am!

Mary. Well, if you are, I'm going to say yes to Alick McCready. I don't want to yet awhile, but I'm not going to stay on here if that nasty woman comes. (She kneels close beside her father and puts her arms round his neck.) Oh, father, if you only give me another chance, I could show you I could keep house every bit as well as that woman. (Daniel appears at the door. He slips across to the workshop unobserved.) Give me another chance, father. Don't marry her at all. Let me stay with you—won't you?

John. You're too late. She's trothed to me now.

Mary. Pooh. I'd think nothing of that. (Daniel comes out of the workshop with a bag.) Uncle Dan! What's the matter?

Daniel. Mary, I can't eat and sit beside that Scotchman. (He notices John is absorbed in deep thought, and motions Mary to slip out. She does so, and he looks observingly at John, and then goes to the table, and makes a noise with the bag on the table. John watches him a moment or two in amazed silence.)

John. What are you doing, Daniel?

Daniel. Just making a few preparations.

John. Ah, but look here. I haven't settled about London yet, Daniel.

Daniel. Oh, London, John. (Deprecatingly.) Let that pass. I won't worry you about that. (Broken heartedly.) I'm leaving your house, John.

John (astonished). What?

Daniel. You've been kind, John. Very kind. We always pulled well together, and never had much cross words with one another, but—well, circumstances are altered now.

John. You mean because I'm going to marry Sarah.

Daniel. Exactly. That puts an end to our long and pleasant sojourn here together. I'll have to go.

John (affected). Oh easy, Daniel. Ah, now, Sarah always liked you. She thinks a deal of you, and I'm sure she'd miss you out of the house as much as myself.

Daniel. John, I know better. She wants me out of this, and I would only be a source of unhappiness. I wouldn't like to cause you sorrow. She doesn't believe in me. She brought that Scotchman over to try and show me up. You all think he did. You think I mugged the thing. You don't believe in me now yourself. (He puts a few articles of clothing, &c., into the bag.)

John (awkwardly). Aye. Well—to tell you the truth, Daniel, you did not make much of a hand at explaining, you——

Daniel (pathetically). I thought so. Look here. One word. (He draws John aside.) Do you think Mackenzie invented that patent reciprocating piston that he's so proud of?

John (looking at him in amazement). What?

Daniel (impressively). Well. I know something about that. He stole it off another man, and took all the profits. I knew that. Do you think I'm going to give away the product of my brains explaining it to a man like that! No fear, John. (He turns again to the bag.) I'm taking details of my bellows, and my coat, and a few socks, and the pound you gave me yesterday, and I'm going to face the world alone.

John (moved). No, no. You'll not leave me, Daniel. Ah, no. I never meant that.

Daniel. If she's coming here I'll have to go, and may as well now.

Sarah (without). John Murray!

Daniel (retreating slowly to the workshop). I'm going to get that other coat you gave me. It's better than this one for seeing people in. (He goes into workshop as Sarah comes out into the kitchen. She is evidently displeased.)

Sarah. Hurry up, John. The company's waiting on you, and I don't know what's keeping you. Unless it was that brother of yours, more shame to him.

John. Aye. Daniel kept me. (Looking at her.) He's talking of leaving. You wouldn't have that, Sarah, would you?

Sarah (sharply). Leaving, is he? And a right good riddance say I. What has he done but ate up all your substance.

John (astonished). You wouldn't put him out, Sarah?

Sarah (snappishly). I just wouldn't have him about the place. An idle, good for nothing, useless, old pull a cork.

John. Do you not like him, Sarah? (Somewhat disapprovingly.) You told me you thought a good deal of him before.

Sarah. Aye. Until I seen through him. Him and his letters and telegrams. Just look at that. (She shows him the telegram.) It comes from Ballyannis.

John (scratching his head in puzzled wonder). I don't understand that.

Sarah. He just put up some one to send it. Young McCready or someone. You couldn't watch a man like that. No. If I come here, out he goes. You expects me to come and save you money and the like of that old bauchle eating up the profits. (She goes towards the door into tea room.) Come into your tea at once. (Exit.)

John. By me sang he was right. (Daniel comes out and starts brushing his coat loudly to attract John's attention, and then goes across towards him and holds out his hand.)

Daniel. I'll say good-bye, John. Maybe I'll never see you again. (He appears much affected.)

John (touched). Ach. Take your time. I don't see the sense of this hurrying. Stop a week or two, man. I'll be lonesome without you. We had many a good crack in the evenings, Daniel.

Daniel. We had, John. And I suppose now that you'll be married I'll have to go, but many a time I'll be sitting lonely and thinking of them.

John. Aye. You were always the best of company, and heartsome. You were, Daniel.

Daniel. Well, I did my best, John, to keep—(he half breaks down)—to keep up a good heart.

John. You did. I wouldn't like to lose you, Daniel. (He looks at the telegram in his hand.) But Daniel. This telegram. It comes from Ballyannis.

Daniel (taken aback, but recovering his self possession.) Ballyannis? Ballyannis? Ah, of course. Sure Gregg, that London man, he was to go through Ballyannis to-day. He's on a visit, you know, somewhere this way. It's him I'm going to look for now.

John. Was that the way of it? (With rising anger at the thought of the way in which his brother has been treated.) And she was for making you out an impostor and for putting you out. I didn't like them talking of a Murray the way they done.

Daniel (with sudden hope). Are you engaged to that McMinn woman, John?

John. Aye. I spoke the word the day.

Daniel. Was there anybody there when you asked her?

John. There was no one.

Daniel. Did you write her letters?

John. No. Not a line.

Daniel. And did you visit and court much at the home?

John. No. I always seen Andy on business and stopped to have a word or two with her.

Daniel (appealingly). Then, John, John, it's not too late yet. (Desperately.) Give me—ah, give wee Mary another chance.

Sarah (at door). Come in, John, at once. Your tea's cold waiting, and it's no way to entertain company that.

John (angrily). D——n her. Daniel! Out of this home you will not go. I'd rather have your crack of a winter night as two hundred pounds in the bank and yon woman. (He reaches out his hand.) I'll break the match. (The two men shake hands.)

(Curtain.)