Sylvia (R.C., laughing). I was having concussion last time you were here, having cut my head open on a door scraper at school. Naturally you wouldn't remember me.
Daniel. Oh, but I do now, you were the sole topic of conversation at lunch. How foolish of me to have let you slip my memory. Where are all the others?
Sylvia. They're upstairs improving on the Almighty's conception of them as much as possible in your honour; I was just going to do the same when you caught me.
Daniel. You looked extraordinarily furtive.
Sylvia. And untidy. We've just been having a sort of family conference. It was very heating.
Daniel. I think you might have waited for me—I'm a most important factor. What were you discussing?
Sylvia. Oh—er—ways and means.
Daniel. I see, it's as bad as that!
Sylvia. But you wait until mother comes. She'll explain everything. I'll go and hurry her up. (She goes up stairs.)
Daniel. Don't leave me all alone. I'm a timid creature.