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.