ANN. [Coming from the fire towards the tea-table.] Good-night, Canon Bertley.
[He goes out, and WELLWYN, shutting the door after him, approaches the fire.]
ANN. [Sitting on the little stool, with her back to the fire, and making tea.] Daddy!
WELLWYN. My dear?
ANN. You say you liked Professor Calway's lecture. Is it going to do you any good, that's the question?
WELLWYN. I—I hope so, Ann.
ANN. I took you on purpose. Your charity's getting simply awful. Those two this morning cleared out all my housekeeping money.
WELLWYN. Um! Um! I quite understand your feeling.
ANN. They both had your card, so I couldn't refuse—didn't know what you'd said to them. Why don't you make it a rule never to give your card to anyone except really decent people, and—picture dealers, of course.
WELLWYN. My dear, I have—often.