Mary (disappointed). O uncle!
Daniel. You see he travels a lot and he may be away. He may be in London. In fact I think—yes. He said he would be going to London.
Mary. Then why not go to London?
Daniel (starting up and speaking as if struck with delight at the possibility). Eh? I never thought of that! (He collapses again.) But no. Your father, Mary. He would never give me the money. No.
Mary. But you're more likely to meet people there who'd take it up, aren't you, uncle?
Daniel. It's the place for an inventor to go, Mary. The place. (Pauses.) But I'm afraid when John hears about it——(he becomes very dubious and shakes his head).
Mary. Well, look here, uncle. Do you mind the last time when he would not give you money to go up to Belfast about your patent.
Daniel (sadly). I do.
Mary. You remember you got a letter a few days after asking you to come up at once and you had to go then. Hadn't you?
Daniel. I had.