[He goes forward to go into room and aims a box on the ears at Samuel James who retreats to table and watches him go through door followed by Mrs. Granahan. A noise of voices in angry argument is heard.] SAMUEL JAMES. Now he'll catch it. If I had been Da I would ha'e kept back five poun' and toul' her I soul' it for twenty-five, but the ould man's that honest, he knows no better. [Robbie John enters. He goes to seat himself in his old position but stops a moment when spoken to, and then in a petulant manner takes his seat on hearing the speech.] Well Robbie and what d'ye think of his great object lesson till ye. It was me put it intil Da's head. I thought there might be a bit o' value. [Chuckles.] ELLEN. There. I just thought it was you did it. [She comes and sits down again beside table at left. Samuel James seats himself on table carelessly and swings his legs under.] You're a schemer that's what you are. GRANDFATHER. Aye. There's a dale of the crook in ye Samuel James. You're deeper nor one would think. SAMUEL JAMES. [Suddenly to Robbie John.] I seen Jenny Graeme at the market to-day Robbie. [Robbie John does not answer, being evidently shy.] Oh well, maybe you're no interested in her. [To Ellen.] Man there was a fine lock o' cattle at the fair, Ellen. ELLEN. I'm sure there was. Who else did you see? ROBBIE JOHN. [Unwillingly but unable to restrain his jealousy.] Who was with her? Who left her home? SAMUEL JAMES. [Nodding slily to Ellen.] Young M'Donnell o' the Hill head was looking after her pretty close. ELLEN. [Glancing at Robbie and then at Samuel James and smiling.] He's a very nice young man. ROBBIE JOHN. [Savagely.] I wish her luck wi' yon booby. SAMUEL JAMES. There's nothin' the matter wi' him. He has a nice place and a fine farm forbye. ROBBIE JOHN. Farms and cattle and crops don't make a fine man. GRANDFATHER. Deed now Robbie, they goes a long ways. SAMUEL JAMES. [To himself.] Better nor bows and fiddles and such trash. [To Robbie John.]