Crawshaw. She'll have to know some time, of course.
Viola [sitting down firmly on the sofa]. Of course she will. So you'd better tell her now. I knew there was something exciting going on this morning.
Crawshaw [embarrassed]. Hum—ha—[To Margaret.] Perhaps you'd better tell her, dear.
Margaret [simply and naturally]. Father has come into some property, Viola. It means changing our name unfortunately. But your father doesn't think it will matter.
Viola. How thrilling! What is the name, mother?
Margaret. Your father says it is—dear me, I shall never remember it.
Crawshaw [mumbling]. Wurzel-Flummery.
Viola [after a pause]. Dick, you tell me, if nobody else will.
Richard. Robert said it just now.
Viola. That wasn't a name, was it? I thought it was just a—do say it again, father.