CRAWSHAW. You take such extraordinary views of things. You must look facts in the face, Richard. This is a modern world, and we are modern people living in it. Take the matter-of-fact view. You may like or dislike the name of--ah--Wurzel-Flummery, but you can't get away from the fact that fifty thousand pounds is not to be sneezed at. RICHARD (wistfully). I don't know why people shouldn't sneeze at money sometimes. I should like to start a society for sneezing at fifty thousand pounds. We'd have to begin in a small way, of course; we'd begin by sneezing at five pounds--and work up. The trouble is that we're all inoculated in our cradles against that kind of cold. CRAWSHAW (pleasantly). You will have your little joke. But you know as well as I do that it is only a joke. There can be no serious reason why I should not take this money. And I--ah--gather that you don't think it will affect my career? RICHARD (carelessly). Not a bit. It'll help it. It'll get you into all the comic papers. [MARGARET comes in at this moment, to the relief of CRAWSHAW, who is not quite certain if he is being flattered or insulted again.] MARGARET. Well, have you told him? RICHARD (making way for her on the sofa). I have heard the news, Mrs. Crawshaw. And I have told Robert my opinion that he should have no difficulty in making the name of Wurzel-Flummery as famous as he has already made that of Crawshaw. At any rate I hope he will. MARGARET. How nice of you! CRAWSHAW. Well, it's settled, then. (Looking at his watch) This solicitor fellow should be here soon. Perhaps, after all, we can manage something about--Ah, Viola, did you want your mother? [Enter VIOLA.] VIOLA. Sorry, do I interrupt a family meeting? There's Richard, so it can't be very serious. RICHARD. What a reputation! CRAWSHAW. Well, it's over now. MARGARET. Viola had better know, hadn't she? CRAWSHAW. She'll have to know some time, of course. VIOLA (sitting done 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. 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.