Crawshaw. There is a slight condition attached.
Richard. Oho!
Crawshaw. The condition is that with this money—fifty thousand pounds—I take the name of—ah—Wurzel-Flummery.
Richard [jumping up]. What!
Crawshaw [sulkily]. I said it quite distinctly—Wurzel-Flummery. [Richard in an awed silence walks over to the desk and stands looking down at the unhappy Crawshaw. He throws out his left hand as if introducing him.]
Richard [reverently]. Mr. Robert Wurzel-Flummery, M.P., one of the most prominent of our younger Parliamentarians. Oh, you ... oh!... oh, how too heavenly! [He goes back to his seat, looks up and catches Crawshaw's eye, and breaks down altogether.]
Crawshaw [rising with dignity]. Shall we discuss it seriously, or shall we leave it?
Richard. How can we discuss a name like Wurzel-Flummery seriously? "Mr. Wurzel-Flummery in a few well-chosen words seconded the motion." ... "'Sir,' went on Mr. Wurzel-Flummery"—Oh, poor Robert!
Crawshaw [sitting down sulkily]. You seem quite certain that I shall take the money.
Richard. I am quite certain.