Bobbie (above Chesterfield). Well, all I can say is—it's the rottenest trick I ever heard.
Joyce. Uncle, how could you? (She sniffs.)
Bobbie. How dare you come here and stuff us up with promises that you can never keep. I'm jolly well fed up. I thought you were such a sport and—oh, what's the use of talking. You don't give a damn. Come away, Faith.
Faith (tossing her head). Very well.
(Exit Bobbie and Faith into garden.)
Evangeline (coming forward, moves between Chesterfield and arm-chair—contemptuously). It strikes me as being a singularly pointless practical joke—I'm very disappointed in you, Uncle Daniel.
(Exit R.)
Oliver (coming in front of Joyce). So am I—damned disappointed. I thought you were too decent to do a thing like that.
(Exit R.)
Joyce. I think you're horrid, it'll get all over the school now. (She bursts into tears and exits R.)