SYLVIA. It's your most successful. BOBBIE. Of course--I've made literally hundreds out of it--the public wallow in it--roses and passion, and wine, and eyes of blue--it makes me absolutely sick every time I hear it, but still one must write down in this world if one wants to get up. MRS. DERMOTT. Speaking of roses, let's go out into the garden and talk--it's so stuffy in here--you can tell me some more of your adventures, Danny. SYLVIA (_looking at him_). I'm sure he'd love to. (_Every one gets up and drifts out on to the lawn talking._ BOBBIE _hangs behind for a moment with_ FAITH.) BOBBIE (_anxiously_). What did she say? (_Catching her hand as she is going out._) FAITH. She said she'll see--wait until to-night.... BOBBIE. Oh, Faith darling.... FAITH. Come out now, quick, or they'll miss us. BOBBIE (_grumbling_). It doesn't matter if they do. FAITH. Oh, yes, it does--I don't want to be talked about. (_They go out and bang into_ DANIEL, _who is coming in._) BOBBIE. Hallo, aren't you going to tell us things? DANIEL (_comes_ C.). No, not now--I must unpack--I'm feeling rather tired--I have to change--I must send a wire.... The truth of the matter is, I just want a little peace. BOBBIE. All right, we'll leave you to it. (_Exit_ BOBBIE _and_ FAITH. DANIEL _comes slowly down stage--lights a cigar and settles himself in Chesterfield._) (_Re-enter_ SYLVIA, _quickly touches_ DANIEL _on face--he jumps._) SYLVIA. Uncle dear, why did you slip away? DANIEL. I explained to your brother--because I felt a little tired and wanted a rest. SYLVIA. You're not too tired to talk to me though, are you? (_Quite quietly._) DANIEL (_without conviction_). No. (_Lies full length._) SYLVIA. Well, I'll sit down then. (_To side of Chesterfield._) DANIEL. Do. (_Sees she wants to sit down. He takes his legs off Chesterfield._) SYLVIA. So you really are better? (_Sitting_ L. _of Chesterfield._) DANIEL. Of course I'm better--I feel splendid. SYLVIA. And you _still_ believe what the doctor said? DANIEL. I always believe what every one says, I'm a most trusting person. SYLVIA. Oh, is that how you made your money--by being trusting? DANIEL. Certainly. I trusted other people to lose it and they did. SYLVIA. How d'you mean--lose it? DANIEL. Well, you see--look here, Sylvia, are you cross-examining me? SYLVIA. Nothing could be further from my thoughts, uncle dear, I only wondered, that's all. DANIEL. Well, don't wonder any more--it's most embarrassing--what have you been doing with yourself lately?... SYLVIA. You know perfectly well, uncle, because you sat next to me in the car and I told you everything. DANIEL. Well, tell me some more. Have you had any love affairs--girls always like to confide their love affairs. SYLVIA. Only when they haven't got any--but I don't, anyhow. The only one of the family who has got it in the least badly is Bobbie; he's mad on Faith Crombie. DANIEL. So I gathered--why, do you suppose?