MRS. DERMOTT. No, dear, but you know lawyers are always clever at knowing other people"s business--I shall never forget----
BOBBIE. Yes--but mother, what will happen if he _isn"t_ rich, and doesn"t help us after all?
MRS. DERMOTT. I really don"t know, darling. It"s terribly upsetting, isn"t it?
JOYCE. It will be _awful_ having to give up the house.
MRS. DERMOTT. Well, Tibbets says we needn"t for another two years. It"s paid for until then or something.
SYLVIA (_sits on the Chesterfield_). Thank heaven! What a relief!
MRS. DERMOTT. But we shall have to be awfully careful. Oh, darlings (_she breaks down_), thank G.o.d I"ve got you. (_Weeps on_ BOBBIE"S _knee._)
SYLVIA. Buck up mother, it isn"t as bad as all that. After all, we can work.
BOBBIE (_without enthusiasm_). Yes, we can work. (_Moving from table to_ R.)
EVANGELINE. I shall write things, really artistic little fragments----
BOBBIE. We want to make money, Vangy.
MRS. DERMOTT. But, darlings, you know you can"t make money unless you"re Socialists and belong to Unions and things.
EVANGELINE. Well, I know _I_ should make money in time. There"s a great demand for really good stuff now.
SYLVIA. Do you think yours _is_ really good?
EVANGELINE. I"m sure it is.
(MRS. DERMOTT _reads a magazine._)
BOBBIE. Well, G.o.d help the bad.
EVANGELINE (_rising_). Look here, Bobbie, I"m tired of your silly jeering at me. Just stop trying to be funny. (_Moves to_ L.C.)
BOBBIE (_hotly_). I realize the futility of endeavour when I see how funny others can be _without_ trying (_following her._)
EVANGELINE. Ill-bred little pip squeak!
JOYCE (_jumping up; firing_). He"s not a pip squeak. f.a.n.n.y Harris says he"s the most good-looking boy she"s ever seen.
EVANGELINE. She can"t have seen many then. (_Moves to fireplace._)
BOBBIE. Oh! Don"t betray your jealousy of my looks, Evangeline. It"s so degrading.
EVANGELINE. I tell you----
MRS. DERMOTT. Children, stop quarelling at once. I think it"s most inconsiderate of you under the circ.u.mstances.
(BOBBIE _sits on table back to audience. There is silence for a moment.
Enter_ GRIGGS _from hall with a telegram_.)
GRIGGS. For you, madam.
(_All show an interest._)
MRS. DERMOTT (_taking it_). Thank you, Griggs. (_She opens it and reads it._) There is no answer, Griggs.
(_Exit_ GRIGGS, R.)
My dears!
JOYCE. What is it, mother, quick?
MRS. DERMOTT (_reading_). Arrive this afternoon--about tea time, Daniel.
SYLVIA. Uncle Daniel!
EVANGELINE. In England!
MRS. DERMOTT. I suppose so. It was handed in at Charing Cross.
BOBBIE. What luck! (_Gets off table._)
MRS. DERMOTT. We"re saved--oh, my darlings! (_She breaks down again._)
JOYCE. He may not have any money after all.
MRS. DERMOTT. He"d never have got across so quickly if he hadn"t. (_She sniffs._) Oh, it"s too, too wonderful--I have not seen him for six years.
BOBBIE. As a matter of fact it is jolly decent of him to be so prompt.
MRS. DERMOTT. Where"s Oliver? He ought to be here to welcome him too.
BOBBIE (C.). Oliver has gone for a brisk walk, to keep fit he said, as if it made any difference whether he kept fit or not.
MRS. DERMOTT. It makes a lot of difference, dear. He is the athletic one of the family. (BOBBIE _is annoyed_.) I don"t like the way you speak of him, Bobbie. We can"t all compose songs and be brilliant. You must try and cultivate a little toleration for others, darling. (OLIVER _pa.s.ses window from_ L.) Oliver is a great comfort to me. Tibbets only said----
EVANGELINE (_glancing out of the window_). Here he is, anyhow. Who"s going to tell him the news?
MRS. DERMOTT (_rising, goes to stairs_). Well, I"ve no time now, I must change my dress for Daniel. Turn on the lights, Bobbie; make everything look as cosy and festive as you can. (_On stairs._) Run into the kitchen, Joyce dear, and tell cook to make an extra supply of hot cakes for tea. I"m sure Daniel will love them after being so long abroad and living on venison and bully beef and things. (_Ascending, then turns._) You will all wash before tea, won"t you, darlings? It"s always so important to make a good first impression, and he hasn"t seen any of you since you"ve been grown up. (_Glances in mirror._) Oh! look at my face, I look quite happy now.
(_Exit_ MRS. DERMOTT _upstairs._)
SYLVIA. I think mother is rather mixing up North and South America; they don"t have such awful hardships where Uncle Daniel comes from.
(_Enter_ OLIVER _from hall; he is a thick-set, determined-looking man of twenty-five._)
OLIVER. Hallo! (_Crossing to table_, L.C.)