Daniel. I repeat—not having a penny——
Oliver (below table). Do you mean to say you haven't any money at all?
Daniel (cheerfully). Not a bob! Except on the all too rare occasions when I win a bit. (Laughing.) If it were not for the darling little horses, I shouldn't be able to get across to England at all.
Evangeline. What about the mine you told us of?
(Joyce is R. of table.)
Daniel. I never told you of a mine.
Evangeline. Oh, uncle, you are a fibber!
Daniel. You said I had a mine. As a matter of fact I am part owner in one. Unfortunately it was long ago proved to be absolutely worthless. But please don't worry yourselves over me. I shall be all right.
Sylvia (R.C.). We weren't.
Daniel (C). I didn't say you were, I said don't. I also told you, now that I come to think of it, that I had only three years to live. That was put in as a bit of local colour. I hope to live to eighty-two or even eighty-three.