Crawshaw [hardly understanding]. Married? What does this mean, Richard?
Richard. I'm sorry it has come out like this. We ought to have told you before, but anyhow we were going to have told you in a day or two. Viola and I want to get married.
Crawshaw. And what did you want to get married on?
Richard [with a smile]. Not very much, I'm afraid.
Viola. We're all right now, father, because we shall have fifty thousand pounds.
Richard [sadly]. Oh, Viola, Viola!
Crawshaw. But naturally this puts a very different complexion on matters.
Viola. So of course he must take it, mustn't he, father?
Crawshaw. I can hardly suppose, Richard, that you expect me to entrust my daughter to a man who is so little provident for himself that he throws away fifty thousand pounds because of some fanciful objection to the name which goes with it.
Richard [in despair]. You don't understand, Robert.