Daniel. Ssh! (waves her to silence). It may seem to all of you "banal" in the extreme to talk of money on an occasion such as this, but believe me, it's best to get it over. I came over to England this time, as I have said, with a purpose—one might almost say a double purpose. Firstly, to comfort my sister, your dear mother, in her hour of—er—tribulation. (He pauses.) If you would just say "yes" or "quite so" whenever I pause, it would help me enormously.
Sylvia. All right, we will.
Daniel. Thank you, you are a good girl. Where was I?
Bobbie. Tribulation.
Evangeline. Hour of tribulation (in his tone.)
Daniel. ——hour of tribulation. (He pauses.)
| Sylvia. Bobbie. | } | Yes. Quite so. |
Daniel. I thank you. And secondly, to feast my eyes, perhaps for the last time on earth, upon you children—also to talk to you seriously, for after all, you're my only relatives in the world.
| Sylvia. Bobbie. | } | Yes, yes. Quite so. |
Daniel. I am as you may have guessed, a wealthy man——