(Exit Griggs, r.)
My dears!
Joyce. What is it, mother, quick?
Mrs. Dermott (reading). Arrive this afternoon—about tea time, Daniel.
Sylvia. Uncle Daniel!
Evangeline. In England!
Mrs. Dermott. I suppose so. It was handed in at Charing Cross.
Bobbie. What luck! (Gets off table.)
Mrs. Dermott. We're saved—oh, my darlings! (She breaks down again.)
Joyce. He may not have any money after all.