Mrs. Crombie. You put it rather crudely.
Daniel. I think matters of this kind are better discussed crudely. One thing I will promise you, Mrs. Crombie. You shall know full particulars of my finances and everything else by the end of the day. Until then I fear that you must continue to regard me as a fraud.
Mrs. Crombie. I hope you are not offended at my inquisitiveness, but I really——
Daniel. My dear Mrs. Crombie, when you have knocked about the world as much as I have—one learns never to be either surprised or shocked.
Mrs. Crombie. It is very, very hard for mothers, nowadays.
Daniel. Yes, isn't it?
Mrs. Crombie. The children are all so modern they become quite ungovernable....
Daniel (coming forward slightly). I can only say then that my nephews and nieces are exceptions to the rule.
Mrs. Crombie. I am so glad you are so satisfied with them.
Daniel. I am! I never realised until to-day how absolutely splendid it was to be an uncle. How wonderfully proud I should be of the fact that they are related to me. I came home eighteen months ago expecting to find a family of irritating self-centred young people idling about—true they were idling, but I liked them in spite of it—I have returned this time to find them not only hard-workers, but successful hard-workers. There is not one of them who hasn't achieved something—even Joyce, the flapper, has set to and made good at school. I tell you I'm proud of them, so proud that I could shout it from the house tops, and may I say this, Mrs. Crombie, that if your daughter has succeeded in making Bobbie fall in love with her, she is a very fortunate young woman.