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.
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.
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._)