Crawshaw [sulkily but plainly]. Wurzel-Flummery.
Viola [surprised]. Do you spell it like that? I mean like a wurzel and like flummery?
Richard. Exactly, I believe.
Viola [to herself]. Miss Viola Wurzel-Flummery—I mean they'd have to look at you, wouldn't they? [Bubbling over.] Oh, Dick, what a heavenly name! Who had it first?
Richard. They are an old Hampshire family—that is so, isn't it, Robert?
Crawshaw [annoyed]. I said I thought that I remembered—Margaret, can you find Burke there? [She finds it, and he buries himself in the families of the great.]
Margaret. Well, Viola, you haven't told us how you like being Miss Wurzel-Flummery.
Viola. I haven't realized myself yet, mummy. I shall have to stand in front of my glass and tell myself who I am.
Richard. It's all right for you. You know you'll change your name one day, and then it won't matter what you've been called before.
Viola [secretly]. H'sh! [She smiles lovingly at him, and then says aloud.] Oh, won't it? It's got to appear in the papers, "A marriage has been arranged between Miss Viola Wurzel-Flummery ..." and everybody will say, "And about time too, poor girl."