Sylvia (relentlessly). But I thought——
Daniel. That is—not exactly—you see it was like this....
(Enter Oliver from garden.)
Daniel (under his breath). Thank God! (Sits chair below table.)
Oliver (above arm-chair). Hallo Sylvia. Mother's been looking for you—she wants you to help her pick strawberries for tea. Joyce is with her now, but she isn't much use because she eats them as fast as she picks them.
Sylvia. I'll go now. Stay and keep Uncle Dan company, Oliver. Get him to tell you some of his South American experiences. They're awfully interesting. Bye-bye for the present, uncle.
Daniel. Cheerio!
(Exit Sylvia, R.)
I suppose you haven't such a thing as a whisky and soda about you, have you, Oliver?
Oliver. Of course, I'll get you one.