Daniel. In a way, I do, yes....
Oliver. Well, you'll do what I ask, won't you? It's a ripping feeling being independent (Evangeline passes the window) and earning money, and I want to go on at it—(He glances out of the window). Here comes Vangy. Now leave it to her. Novel writing is a frightfully precarious show and she's a woman and—anyhow, will you?
Daniel. I'll see.
(Enter Evangeline.)
Evangeline. Ah, there you are, Uncle Daniel—I've been looking for you—I want to have a little talk with you. (Above Chesterfield.)
Daniel. My God!
Evangeline. What did you say?
Daniel (feverishly). I said, My God!
Evangeline. Wasn't that a little unnecessary—but still, I expect you get used to swearing over trifles out in the backwoods.
Daniel. I wasn't anywhere near the backwoods.