Bobbie (above Chesterfield to Mrs. Crombie, admiringly). Isn't he technical, the way he uses all the right expressions—it gives one such a professional air to call cars "buses."
Mrs. Dermott. It's very muddling.
(A motor horn is heard.)
Joyce (rushing to window). Here they are.
Bobbie. I wonder how Uncle Daniel is.
Mrs. Crombie (rising). You must all be wondering that. (Goes to table powdering.) Faith, I shall go soon. I'm sure this man is going to be simply odious.
(All except Mrs. Crombie and Faith go out to meet Daniel. All enter together talking about their various professions. Bobbie to fireplace; Oliver behind table; Sylvia up stage; Joyce to form; Evangeline above fireplace; Mrs. Crombie below table; Mrs. Dermott C.; Daniel L.C.; Faith R. of table.)
Mrs. Dermott. Oh, Danny, darling—let me introduce you to Mrs. Crombie—my brother. And this is Faith—such a dear girl.
Mrs. Crombie. How do you do. I've heard so much about you. Are you feeling better?
Daniel (L.C., jovially). Better! Why, I never had a day's illness in my life—(look from all)—at least—that is until I had the illness. Yes, it's very tiresome. (He gulps.) A short life and a gay one, you know. (He laughs forcedly.)