Mrs. Dermott. Is it a very wonderful life, Danny?
Daniel. Occasionally—on good days.
Bobbie. How do you mean, good days?
Daniel (rather embarrassed). Well—er—just good days.
Mrs. Dermott. Do come and sit down, all of you; you look so terribly restless.
(They sit, Oliver on arm of Chesterfield, Joyce crosses to form R., Evangeline on club-fender, Bobbie chair below table, Sylvia arm-chair.)
Daniel. I feel restless. It must be the home surroundings after all these years.
Bobbie. I should love to go abroad.
Daniel. It would make a man of you, my boy.
Bobbie. I should simply loathe that.