Viola. Dick!
Richard. "A trifling condition is attached—namely, that you should take the name of—Wurzel-Flummery." [Clifton, with his hand on his heart, bows gracefully from one to the other of them.]
Crawshaw [annoyed]. Impossible! Why should he leave any money to you?
Viola. Dick! How wonderful!
Margaret [mildly]. I don't remember ever having had a morning quite like this.
Richard [angrily]. Is this a joke, Mr. Clifton?
Clifton. Oh, the money is there all right. My clerk, a man of the utmost—
Richard. Then I refuse it. I'll have nothing to do with it. I won't even argue about it. [Tearing the letter into bits.] That's what I think of your money. [He stalks indignantly from the room.]
Viola. Dick! Oh, but, mother, he mustn't. Oh, I must tell him—[She hurries after him.]
Margaret [with dignity]. Really, Mr. Clifton, I'm surprised at you. [She goes out too.]