[The others decide to take it hot, and there is some careful business here with the toddy ladles.] ALICK. Here’s to you, and your career. JOHN. Thank you. To you, Miss Maggie. Had we not better draw up a legal document? Lawyer Crosbie could do it on the quiet. DAVID. Should we do that, or should we just trust to one another’s honour? ALICK [gallantly]. Let Maggie decide. MAGGIE. I think we would better have a legal document. DAVID. We’ll have it drawn up to-morrow. I was thinking the best way would be for to pay the money in five yearly instalments. JOHN. I was thinking, better bank the whole sum in my name at once. ALICK. I think David’s plan’s the best. JOHN. I think not. Of course if it’s not convenient to you-- DAVID [touched to the quick]. It’s perfectly convenient. What do you say, Maggie? MAGGIE. I agree with John. DAVID [with an odd feeling that MAGGIE is now on the other side]. Very well. JOHN. Then as that’s settled I think I’ll be stepping. [He is putting his papers back in the bag.] ALICK [politely]. If you would like to sit on at your books-- JOHN. As I can come at any orra time now I think I’ll be stepping. [MAGGIE helps him into his topcoat.] MAGGIE. Have you a muffler, John? JOHN. I have. [He gets it from his pocket.] MAGGIE. You had better put it twice round. [She does this for him.] DAVID. Well, good-night to you, Mr. Shand. ALICK. And good luck. JOHN. Thank you. The same to you. And I’ll cry in at your office in the morning before the 6:20 is due. DAVID. I’ll have the document ready for you. [There is the awkward pause that sometimes follows great events.] I think, Maggie, you might see Mr. Shand to the door. MAGGIE. Certainly. [JOHN is going by the window.] This way, John. [She takes him off by the more usual exit.] DAVID. He’s a fine frank fellow; and you saw how cleverly he got the better of me about banking the money. [As the heads of the conspirators come gleefully together] I tell you, father, he has a grand business head. ALICK. Lads, he’s canny. He’s cannier than any of us. JAMES. Except maybe Maggie. He has no idea what a remarkable woman Maggie is. ALICK. Best he shouldn’t know. Men are nervous of remarkable women. JAMES. She’s a long time in coming back. DAVID [not quite comfortable]. It’s a good sign. H’sh. What sort of a night is it, Maggie? MAGGIE. It’s a little blowy. [She gets a large dustcloth which is lying folded on a shelf, and proceeds to spread it over the fine chair. The men exchange self-conscious glances.] DAVID [stretching himself]. Yes--well, well, oh yes. It’s getting late. What is it with you, father? ALICK. I’m ten forty-two. JAMES. I’m ten-forty. DAVID. Ten forty-two. [They wind up their watches.] MAGGIE. It’s high time we were bedded. [She puts her hands on their shoulders lovingly, which is the very thing they have been trying to avoid.] You’re very kind to me. DAVID. Havers. ALICK. Havers. JAMES [but this does not matter]. Havers.