Sylvia. It must be so glorious out there—mining and prospecting and—by the way how does one prospect?
Daniel. How does one prospect? When one prospects one scoops up water from rivers and finds nuggets in one's hands—if one's lucky, of course.
Sylvia. You don't seem to know very much about it, uncle.
Daniel (nettled). On the contrary I know all about it—but you wouldn't understand if I went into technical details.
Sylvia. I don't believe you would, either.
Daniel (rises and goes L.). I think, Sylvia, that this lack of trust in your fellow-creatures is a very sinister trait in your character—you must remember that I am a much older man than you are and——
Sylvia. I'm not a man at all.
Daniel (turns). Sometimes I wish you were, then I could tell you what I really think of you.
Sylvia (rises and goes to him—laughing). There, uncle, I won't tease you any more, but still it must have been a wonderful moment when you discovered you had made a fortune out of your mine.
Daniel. I didn't.