ANDY. Aye. Of course a social's different.
DANIEL. Aye, Andy, a social's different. Well, now. No love, no letters, no courting, no photographs exchanged? (_He looks at_ ANDY _inquiringly_). No photographs exchanged? (_He notes it down._) No ring? In fact, Andy, no nothing.
ANDY. But he proposed to her right enough.
ANDY (_astonished_). What? Do you mean to deny he didn't?
DANIEL. My dear Andy, I don't know. There was no one there but the two, I suppose, when he asked her--if he did ask her. There's only her word for it.
DANIEL. Well. That depends on whether he really asked her to marry him of course. And it's likely enough that John would be inclined to deny it if his memory was at all bad--it is a bad memory he has, you know. He forgets often to return your ploughs and that sort of thing.
ANDY (_blankly_). Aye. He has a bad memory.
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?
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._)
MARY. And I was going to go to all the trouble of baking a big plum cake for you, you big ungrateful thing.
MCCREADY (_stopping at the door_). I know what your plum cakes would be like. (_He opens the door and stops again before going out._)
MARY. Well, get that big, ugly Maggie Murphy to bake them for you then.
MCCREADY (_looking out through door and then coming inside again_). I say, here's Kate and your father coming and a load of flour.
MARY (_in a frightened voice_). Kate and father?
MCCREADY. He seems to be in a bit of a temper.
MARY (_in a frightened voice_). He's caught her with the flour!
