You’re not a totaller, I hope? JOHN [guardedly]. I’m practically a totaller. DAVID. So are we. How do you take it? Is there any hot water, Maggie? JOHN. If I take it at all, and I haven’t made up my mind yet, I’ll take it cold. DAVID. You’ll take it hot, James? JAMES [also sitting at the table but completely befogged]. No, I-- DAVID [decisively] I think you’ll take it hot, James. JAMES [sulking]. I’ll take it hot. DAVID. The kettle, Maggie. [JAMES has evidently to take it hot so that they can get at the business now on hand, while MAGGIE goes kitchenward for the kettle.] ALICK. Now, David, quick, before she comes back. DAVID. Mr. Shand, we have an offer to make you. JOHN [warningly]. No patronage. ALICK. It’s strictly a business affair. DAVID. Leave it to me, father. It’s this--[But to his annoyance the suspicious MAGGIE has already returned with the kettle.] Maggie, don’t you see that you’re not wanted? MAGGIE [sitting down by the fire and resuming her knitting]. I do, David. DAVID. I have a proposition to put before Mr. Shand, and women are out of place in business transactions. [The needles continue to click.] ALICK [sighing]. We’ll have to let her bide, David. DAVID [sternly]. Woman. [But even this does not budge her.] Very well then, sit there, but don’t interfere, mind. Mr. Shand, we’re willing, the three of us, to lay out L300 on your education if-- JOHN. Take care. DAVID [slowly, which is not his wont]. On condition that five years from now, Maggie Wylie, if still unmarried, can claim to marry you, should such be her wish; the thing to be perfectly open on her side, but you to be strictly tied down. JAMES [enlightened]. So, so. DAVID [resuming his smart manner]. Now, what have you to say? Decide. JOHN [after a pause]. I regret to say-- MAGGIE. It doesn’t matter what he regrets to say, because I decide against it. And I think it was very ill-done of you to make any such proposal. DAVID [without looking at her]. Quiet, Maggie. JOHN [looking at her]. I must say, Miss Maggie, I don’t see what reasons YOU can have for being so set against it. MAGGIE. If you would grow a beard, Mr. Shand, the reasons wouldn’t be quite so obvious. JOHN. I’ll never grow a beard. MAGGIE. Then you’re done for at the start. ALICK. Come, come. MAGGIE. Seeing I have refused the young man-- JOHN. Refused! DAVID. That’s no reason why we shouldn’t have his friendly opinion. Your objections, Mr. Shand? JOHN. Simply, it’s a one-sided bargain. I admit I’m no catch at present; but what could a man of my abilities not soar to with three hundred pounds? Something far above what she could aspire to. MAGGIE. Oh, indeed! DAVID. The position is that without the three hundred you can’t soar. JOHN. You have me there. MAGGIE. Yes, but-- ALICK. You see YOU’RE safeguarded, Maggie; you don’t need to take him unless you like, but he has to take you. JOHN. That’s an unfair arrangement also.