Mrs. Crombie. He wasn't a fraud.
Daniel. We only have his word for it. Besides he knew his father had seen him cut down the cherry tree. That's why he confessed. Anyhow, why should you think I am?
Mrs. Crombie. Because you obviously know nothing about mining, and I happen to know that there is no such thing as a mountain in South America called the Grand Slam. I was determined to find out as much as I could about you on account of my daughter.
Daniel (rises). My dear madam, I assure you that there is nothing whatever between your daughter and me—my intentions are absolutely honourable. (Moves to fireplace.)
Mrs. Crombie (coldly). I was not alluding to you, but to your nephew—your youngest nephew.
Daniel. Oh, I see.
Mrs. Crombie. He has been making love to her. This afternoon he proposed to her....
Daniel. Did he, by Jove!
Mrs. Crombie. He also spoke about a large sum of money that you intended to leave him—I'm sure you will understand my position—I naturally want my daughter to marry well—and——
Daniel. And you mean to make quite sure of the money beforehand. I see.