Daniel. So should I between ourselves, but still——. Oh, by the way, I—I have something rather important to say to you, you must prepare yourselves for a shock—I—I—— (He dabs his eyes with his handkerchief.)
Mrs. Dermott. What on earth is it, Danny?
Daniel. I—I—— (Another dab.)
Sylvia. Oh, uncle, tell us.
Daniel. I—er—it's this. I consulted my doctor just before I sailed.
Mrs. Dermott. Yes?
Daniel. He—he gave me just three years to live.
Mrs. Dermott. Danny, what do you mean?
Daniel (firmly). It's true—three years, he said.
Mrs. Dermott. It's the most awful thing. Tell us why—what's the matter with you? (Quickly.)