Sylvia. We can't think—she's the most irritating girl I've met for years—and her mother's hateful, too.
Daniel. Why are they here?
Sylvia. Oh, Bobbie wanted them asked, and mother's much too sweet to deny us anything in reason.
Daniel. I shouldn't call Mrs. Crombie in reason—she's trying to pump me.
Sylvia. You are rather a mysterious person you know, uncle, I should like to know lots more about you.
Daniel. Everything about me is absolutely honourable and above board.
Sylvia. I don't know that it is.
Daniel. My dear Sylvia—you wound me, you grieve me—I feel deeply pained. I——
Sylvia (laughing). It's no use trying to bluster out of it, uncle, you know as well as I do that it wasn't honourable of you to single me out for your money without letting the others know anything about it.
Daniel (quickly). You haven't told them, have you? (Puts his feet down.)