Sylvia (turns). After all that Broncho busting! I don't think!
(Exit Sylvia upstairs.)
Daniel. Broncho busting! What on earth does she mean? (He walks slowly to fireplace and stands with his back to it.)
(Enter Mrs. Dermott down stairs. They meet C.)
Mrs. Dermott. Danny! Danny! darling——
Daniel (C.). Anne! (He kisses her fondly.)
Mrs. Dermott. Oh, my dear, you have been away such a long time.
Daniel (he turns her round to R.). Well, this is splendid—you do look fit! Do you know I've often longed to be home. I've imagined winter afternoons just like this—with a nice crackly fire and tea and muffins in the grate. (Pulling her on Chesterfield.)
Mrs. Dermott. Oh well, they're not in the grate yet, dear, but they will be soon. I ordered a special lot because I knew you loved them.
(He sits beside her; she is nearest the fire.)