DAVID. Fine would we like to see all the house as well as the sleeping accommodation. But first--[He gives his father the look with which chairmen call on the next speaker.] ALICK. I take you, David. [He produces a paper parcel from a roomy pocket.] It wasn’t likely, Mr. Shand, that we should forget the day. JOHN. The day? DAVID. The second anniversary of your marriage. We came purposely for the day. JAMES [his fingers itching to take the parcel from his father]. It’s a lace shawl, Maggie, from the three of us, a pure Tobermory; you would never dare wear it if you knew the cost. [The shawl in its beauty is revealed, and MAGGIE hails it with little cries of joy. She rushes at the donors and kisses each of them just as if she were a pretty woman. They are much pleased and give expression to their pleasure in a not very dissimilar manner.] ALICK. Havers. DAVID. Havers. JAMES. Havers. JOHN. It’s a very fine shawl. [He should not have spoken, for he has set JAMES’S volatile mind working.] JAMES. You may say so. What did you give her, Mr. Shand? JOHN [suddenly deserted by God and man]. Me? ALICK. Yes, yes, let’s see it. JOHN. Oh--I-- [He is not deserted by MAGGIE, but she can think of no way out.] SYBIL [prompted by the impediment, which is in hiding, quite close]. Did he ... forget? [There is more than a touch of malice in the question. It is a challenge, and the Wylies as a family are almost too quick to accept a challenge.] MAGGIE [lifting the gage of battle]. John forget? Never! It’s a pendant, father. [The impediment bolts. JOHN rises.] ALICK. A pendant? One of those things on a chain? [He grins, remembering how once, about sixty years ago, he and a lady and a pendant--but we have no time for this.] MAGGIE. Yes. DAVID [who has felt the note of antagonism and is troubled]. You were slow in speaking of it, Mr. Shand. MAGGIE [This is her fight.] He was shy, because he thought you might blame him for extravagance. DAVID [relieved]. Oh, that’s it. JAMES [licking his lips]. Let’s see it. MAGGIE [a daughter of the devil]. Where did you put it, John? [JOHN’s mouth opens but has nothing to contribute.] SYBIL [the impediment has stolen back again]. Perhaps it has been ... mislaid. [The BROTHERS echo the word incredulously.] MAGGIE. Not it. I can’t think where we laid it down, John. It’s not on that table, is it, James? [The Wylies turn to look, and MAGGIE’s hand goes out to LADY SYBIL: JOHN SHAND, witness. It is a very determined hand, and presently a pendant is placed in it.] Here it is! [ALICK and the BROTHERS cluster round it, weigh it and appraise it.] ALICK. Preserve me. Is that stone real, Mr. Shand? JOHN [who has begun to look his grimmest]. Yes. MAGGIE [who is now ready, if he wishes it, to take him on too]. John says it’s a drop of his blood. JOHN [wishing it]. And so it is. DAVID. Well said, Mr. Shand.