SEPTIMA. Yes; but, don’t you see, he hasn’t any real standing now. Who is he? Only Blayds’ late secretary. Whose house is this now, do you think?
OLIVER. Depends how the old man left it.
SEPTIMA. Of course it does. But you can be quite sure he didn’t leave it to father. I think it’s all going to be rather exciting.
OLIVER. Well, you won’t be here to see it, my child.
SEPTIMA. Why not?
OLIVER. I thought you were going to live with that Ferguson girl.
SEPTIMA. Not so sure now. There’s no hurry anyway. I think I’ll wait here a bit, and see what happens. It’s all going to be so different.
OLIVER. It is. (He smiles at his thoughts.)
SEPTIMA. What?
OLIVER (smiling broadly). It’s just on the cards that it’s my house now. (Looking round the room.) I don’t think I shall let father smoke in here.