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.
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.