(He stamps out of sight.)
Sylvia. Nice sweet-tempered little fellow. (Moves to above table; puts roses in bowl. Takes "Daily Mirror" from window-seat, goes down to Chesterfield and reads it.)
(Enter Daniel downstairs with bag. He comes very quietly and doesn't see Sylvia. He stumbles and Sylvia watches him.)
Sylvia (suddenly). Excuse me! Have you been stealing any thing.
Daniel (putting down bag). Damn! I didn't want any one to see me.
Sylvia. Where were you going?
Daniel(coming R.C.). To the Green Hart. I couldn't face another meal like dinner last night.
Sylvia. I know it was pretty awful, but you can't go out of the house like this. Mother'd be furious.
Daniel. One more wouldn't matter—everybody else is. (Coming L.C.)
Sylvia. I'm not a bit.