Daniel (rising and moving quickly to R.). Thanks. Don't you bother—I can get my own paper. (Gets newspaper and returns to his seat at the head of the table.)
(There is a long silence, Daniel reads the paper. Joyce shakes her head as Oliver strolls in from the garden and looks at Joyce for news.)
Oliver. Have you had your breakfast, uncle?
Daniel. Yes, thank you, and I slept beautifully.
Oliver. It's a jolly nice morning.
Daniel. That remark makes up in truth for what it lacks in originality.
Oliver. Oh. (Moves to window, L.C., turns, catches Daniel's eye and turns quickly back.)
(Joyce continues to fidget at the foot of the table. Enter Bobbie downstairs and Evangeline, R. They look meaningly at Joyce, who shakes her head vigorously.)
Daniel. Have you a headache, Joyce, you keep wagging it about.
Joyce (very politely). No, thank you, uncle, I——