Sylvia. No—I don't break my word.
Daniel. And I don't break mine, so you needn't be so sniffy.
Sylvia. It is breaking it in a way to show favouritism.
Daniel. I only told you in the very strictest confidence because I had faith in you—trusted you....
Sylvia. It was very sweet of you, uncle, but I don't think you should have.
Daniel. Well, after all, I... it's my money and surely I——
Sylvia. You see, it's so terribly unfair to the others—of course they don't know, and I shall never breathe a word, but, uncle, I do wish you'd leave everything to one of them and not me—I shouldn't feel happy for a moment with the money—not for a single moment if I'd known all the time that I was going to get it. Rule me out of the list, there's a dear—I'm earning an awful lot now, you know, on the films and I really don't need any more—promise you'll do what I ask you?
Daniel. I don't think you're quite in your right mind, but, still—(smiling) I'll see.
Sylvia. There, I knew you'd see what I meant and be a lamb. Now tell me some of your adventures and things, and how you made the money.
Daniel (uncomfortably). Really, I don't think that....