Everyone (eagerly). Yes, yes! (Movement from all.)
Daniel. And out there (he nods his head descriptively) we don't get much chance of spending our money——
| Bobbie. Oliver. | } | Quite so. No, no! |
Daniel. And now I come to the point. At the end of three years I shall be no more.
Evangeline. Quite so!
Others. Sh!!
(Mrs. Dermott sniffs.)
Daniel. Bear up, Anne; we must all die sometime.
Mrs. Dermott. Yes, but not of sleeping sickness. It's so horrible. Anything else—but not sleeping sickness.
Daniel. I believe it is very comfortable, but that is neither here nor there. What I was going to say was this, I am a firm believer in the old-fashioned laws of entail. I have no patience with this modern way of dividing up legacies between large numbers of people——