Bobbie. Why, is he Uncle Daniel's lawyer as well?
Mrs. Dermott. No, dear, but you know lawyers are always clever at knowing other people's business—I shall never forget——
Bobbie. Yes—but mother, what will happen if he isn't rich, and doesn't help us after all?
Mrs. Dermott. I really don't know, darling. It's terribly upsetting, isn't it?
Joyce. It will be awful having to give up the house.
Mrs. Dermott. Well, Tibbets says we needn't for another two years. It's paid for until then or something.
Sylvia (sits on the Chesterfield). Thank heaven! What a relief!
Mrs. Dermott. But we shall have to be awfully careful. Oh, darlings (she breaks down), thank God I've got you. (Weeps on Bobbie's knee.)
Sylvia. Buck up mother, it isn't as bad as all that. After all, we can work.
Bobbie (without enthusiasm). Yes, we can work. (Moving from table to R.)