DANIEL. There, Andy. There's company home for you, and good luck to you. It's a sad heart I'll have this night.
ANDY. I'm wondering what Sarah would say--(_He goes to the door._) Ach! She couldn't do better herself. No courting.
DANIEL. No. No courting.
ANDY. And no love and no letters.
DANIEL. No. No love and no letters.
ANDY. And no ring nor nothing, and a thousand pound bellows.
DANIEL. Yes, Andy. And a thousand pound bellows. (_He wanders out abstractedly._ DANIEL _follows him to the door and shouts after him_)--Goodbye, Andy. And may you have the best of luck with it.
ANDY (_without_). Thank ye, Daniel. Goodbye. (DANIEL _closes the door after him and looks sadly but triumphantly across at_ JOHN. ALICK _and_ MARY _go to the window together and look out after_ ANDY.)
DANIEL. Well, John?
JOHN (_with a sigh of intense relief and gratitude_). Dan, I've said it before, and I'll say it again, you've a great head on you, Daniel.
(CURTAIN.)