Sylvia (kissing him). D'you know you haven't changed a bit since I last saw you!
(Daniel smiles at her.)
Daniel. May I say that it gives me immeasurable joy to be here once more in the bosom of my family. (Sits on Chesterfield.)
Bobbie. We're not really your family, but never mind.
Daniel. I don't. But I have looked forward to this moment through the long sun-scorched nights with the great dome of the sky above me—shapes have drifted out of the surrounding blackness and beckoned to me, crying "Home, home" in depressing voices. I have heard the sand-bug calling to its mate. "Home," it said, and bit me——
(Sylvia sits on arm of chair, R.C.)
Mrs. Dermott. Silly old darling, Danny. (Sits R. of Chesterfield.)
Joyce. What did you do out there, Uncle?
Daniel. Lots of things—gold mining, ranching, auction——
Bobbie. Auction? (Leaning on table.)