CRAWSHAW (rising solemnly). Mr. Clifton, I have no interest in the present whereabouts of your uncle, nor in what means he has of overhearing a private conversation between you and myself. But if, as you irreverently suggest, he is listening to us, I should like him to hear this. That, in my opinion, you are not a qualified solicitor at all, that you never had an uncle, and that the whole story of the will and the ridiculous condition attached to it is just the tomfool joke of a man who, by his own admission, wastes most of his time writing unsuccessful farces. And I propose-- CLIFTON. Pardon my interrupting. But you said farces. Not farces, comedies--of a whimsical nature. CRAWSHAW. Whatever they were, sir, I propose to report the whole matter to the Law Society. And you know your way out, sir. CLIFTON. Then I am to understand that you refuse the legacy, Mr. Crawshaw? CRAWSHAW (startled). What's that? CLIFTON. I am to understand that you refuse the fifty thousand pounds? CRAWSHAW. If the money is really there, I most certainly do not refuse it. CLIFTON. Oh, the money is most certainly there--and the name. Both waiting for you. CRAWSHAW (thumping the table). Then, Sir, I accept them. I feel it my duty to accept them, as a public expression of confidence in the late Mr. Clifton's motives. I repudiate entirely the motives that you have suggested to him, and I consider it a sacred duty to show what I think of your story by accepting the trust which he has bequeathed to me. You will arrange further matters with my solicitor. Good morning, Sir. CLIFTON (to himself as he rises). Mr. Crawshaw here drank a glass of water. (To CRAWSHAW) Mr. Wurzel-Flummery, farewell. May I express the parting wish that your future career will add fresh lustre to--my name. (To himself as he goes out) Exit Mr. Denis Clifton with dignity. (But he has left his papers behind him.) (CRAWSHAW, walking indignantly back to the sofa, sees the papers and picks them up.) CRAWSHAW (contemptuously). "Watherston v. Towser--in re Great Missenden Canal Company" Bah! (He tears them up and throws them into the fare. He goes back to his writing-table and is seated there as VIOLA, followed by MERITON, comes in.) VIOLA. Father, Dick doesn't want to take the money, but I have told him that of course he must. He must, mustn't he? RICHARD. We needn't drag Robert into it, Viola. CRAWSHAW. If Richard has the very natural feeling that it would be awkward for me if there were two Wurzel-Flummerys in the House of Commons, I should be the last to interfere with his decision. In any case, I don't see what concern it is of yours, Viola. VIOLA (surprised). But how can we get married if he doesn't take the money? 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.