Sylvia. Oh, is that how you made your money—by being trusting?
Daniel. Certainly. I trusted other people to lose it and they did.
Sylvia. How d'you mean—lose it?
Daniel. Well, you see—look here, Sylvia, are you cross-examining me?
Sylvia. Nothing could be further from my thoughts, uncle dear, I only wondered, that's all.
Daniel. Well, don't wonder any more—it's most embarrassing—what have you been doing with yourself lately?...
Sylvia. You know perfectly well, uncle, because you sat next to me in the car and I told you everything.
Daniel. Well, tell me some more. Have you had any love affairs—girls always like to confide their love affairs.
Sylvia. Only when they haven't got any—but I don't, anyhow. The only one of the family who has got it in the least badly is Bobbie; he's mad on Faith Crombie.
Daniel. So I gathered—why, do you suppose?