(Sylvia turns and looks at Uncle Daniel.)
Daniel. They've all had a go at me. Haven't you anything to say too, Sylvia?
Sylvia. No, I haven't anything to say at all.
Uncle Daniel. Oh! (Sits in armchair.)
Sylvia. You see I knew all the time. (Goes to above him.)
Daniel (incredulously). You knew?
Sylvia. Well, I guessed from the first and found out afterwards.
Daniel. But how?
Sylvia. Well, uncle darling, I knew that no one with a smile like yours could ever have a bob!
(Kisses him, goes off laughing. Uncle Daniel settles himself in
armchair, smiling.)