DANIEL. I thank you. And secondly, to feast my eyes, perhaps for the last time on earth, upon you children--also to talk to you seriously, for after all, you're my only relatives in the world. SYLVIA. } Yes, yes. BOBBIE. } Quite so. DANIEL. I am as you may have guessed, a wealthy man---- EVERYONE (_eagerly_). Yes, yes! (_Movement from all._) DANIEL. And out there (_he nods his head descriptively_) we don't get much chance of spending our money---- BOBBIE. } Quite so. OLIVER. } No, no! DANIEL. And now I come to the point. At the end of three years I shall be no more. EVANGELINE. Quite so! OTHERS. Sh!! (MRS. DERMOTT _sniffs._) DANIEL. Bear up, Anne; we must all die sometime. MRS. DERMOTT. Yes, but not of sleeping sickness. It's so horrible. Anything else--but not sleeping sickness. DANIEL. I believe it is very comfortable, but that is neither here nor there. What I was going to say was this, I am a firm believer in the old-fashioned laws of entail. I have no patience with this modern way of dividing up legacies between large numbers of people---- SYLVIA (_with interest_). Yes, yes? BOBBIE (_with equal interest_). Quite so! DANIEL. When I pass into the great beyond (MRS. DERMOTT _sniffs. He is obviously rather pleased with that remark, so he repeats it_)--pass into the great beyond, I intend to leave the whole bulk of my fortune to the one of you who has made good---- OLIVER. How do you mean "Made good"? DANIEL. I mean make good your position in the world, justify your existence, carve for yourself a niche in the Temple of Fame----SPACELEFT(_Turning_ R.) BOBBIE (_very quickly and brightly_). Yes, yes? DANIEL (_turns, sharply_). That was entirely unnecessary, I didn't pause. BOBBIE. Sorry. (_They are all self-conscious as he addresses them._)