their heels is nothing to this. (Going to the window.) Well, my love, how did you like the concert?
HANNAH(above).
Very well, I thank you.
WORSHIPTON(aside).
A lady of precious taste! (aside.) But would it not be better to hear them one at a time? Which of them shall I desire to play first?(Aloud.)
HANNAH(above).
Bid the fiddler there, without the breeches, play me a tune on his bagpipes.
PIPER.
I must let you to wit, madam, that I am no fiddler, and the meanest man of all the McRorys would scorn to be a fiddler. My father before me was piper to the laird, and my grandfather was piper to the Highland Watch at the siege of Quibec; and if he had not piped long and well to them, madam, there wad ha' been less French blood spilt that day, let me tell you that, madam.
WORSHIPTON.
My good Mr McRory, she meant you no offence, I assure you she respects your grandfather very much. Do oblige us with a tune on your bagpipes.
(Piper makes a profound bow, and standing by the side scene, half concealed, plays a Highland pee-bro.)
