Mrs. Dermott. I can never thank you enough for sending the cheque, Danny.
Daniel. Oh, rubbish.
Mrs. Dermott. It was the greatest help in the world.
Daniel. I started for home the very moment I heard you were in trouble; has everything been very, very trying?
Mrs. Dermott. Only during the last few days. You see, George hadn't been near me for four years before he died, so it wasn't such a terrible shock as it might have been. Of course, he was my husband, and it was upsetting, but still——
Daniel. He behaved like a beast to you, and——
Mrs. Dermott. Well, he's dead now—but don't let's discuss my affairs. Tell me about yourself; what have you been doing?
Daniel. That can wait. Considering that the sole object of my coming to England was to help you, I think we ought to concentrate. Tell me now, has he left you very badly off?
Mrs. Dermott. Well, Tibbets says we're ruined, but you know what Tibbets is. Such a pessimist!
Daniel. Tibbets?