Mrs. Crombie. I gather that you have a mine of some sort?
Daniel. Yes—just near the Grand Stand.
Mrs. Crombie. The what?
Daniel. The Grand Slam.
Mrs. Crombie. Slam!
Daniel. It's the name of a mountain, you know.
Mrs. Crombie. What a strange name! Why do they call it that?
Daniel. I can't imagine. It's often been a source of great perplexity to me.
Mrs. Crombie. I take it that yours is a gold mine.
Daniel. Not so that you'd notice it.