Daniel. I know, I was just going to except you; you've been charming, but really it was terrible. I can't stay. Oliver has such a lowering expression, and if Joyce gives me one more "dumb animal in pain" look, I shall scream.
Sylvia. I can't understand why they're all being so silly—I gave them credit for more sense of humour.
Daniel. And Bobbie—Bobbie was the worst of the lot.
Sylvia. Well, one can forgive him a little more because of Faith.
Daniel. Why? What about Faith?
Sylvia (rising, going to him). Oh, the little beast chucked him last night, the moment she heard you weren't going to leave him a fortune.
Daniel. Did she, by Jove!
Sylvia (returning R.C.). Personally I'm delighted. I always distrusted her, and this proves what I've said all along. But that doesn't make Bobbie any better tempered about it.
Daniel (L.C.). Poor old Bobbie, I bet he hates me.
Sylvia. If he does he's a fool.