VIOLA (after a pause). Dick, you tell me, if nobody else will.
RICHARD. Robert said it just now.
VIOLA. That wasn't a name, was it? I thought it was just a—do say it again, father.
CRAWSHAW (sulkily but plainly). Wurzel-Flummery.
VIOLA (surprised). Do you spell it like that? I mean like a wurzel and like flummery?
RICHARD. Exactly, I believe.
VIOLA (to herself). Miss Viola Wurzel-Flummery—I mean they'd have to look at you, wouldn't they? (Bubbling over) Oh, Dick, what a heavenly name! Who had it first?
RICHARD. They are an old Hampshire family—that is so, isn't it, Robert?
CRAWSHAW (annoyed). I said I thought that I remembered—Margaret, can you find Burke there?
(She finds it, and he buries himself in the families of the great.)