Mrs. Crombie. It really is most entertaining.
Daniel. I think they ought to film Evangeline's novel—it's chock full of incident.
Evangeline (rising, poses by mantel). Yes, uncle, but only psychological incident—they want luridly exciting episodes for a real thriller. I mean to write a scenario one day though, it's a money-making game. (Sits again.)
Mrs. Dermott. Do, dear—but please don't make the heroine jump out of attic windows or anything—it is so trying for Sylvia—I shall never forget Westminster Bridge and that horse.
Daniel. It appears to be a most dashing profession.
Mrs. Dermott (with pride). Oh, it is. Sylvia does the most thrilling things, I assure you. She had to rescue the Rajah from a burning house in Piccadilly only last Wednesday. It caused a great sensation.
Daniel. So I should imagine, but why was the Rajah burning in Piccadilly?
Mrs. Dermott. Oh, it wasn't a real Rajah of course—but he was supposed to be in the clutch of Bolshevists—or was that another film, Sylvia?—I get so muddled——
Sylvia. It was another film, mother, but it doesn't matter. How's your illness, Uncle Dan? You look pretty bright.
Daniel. Oh, I expect to be quite cheery right up to the last.