OLIVER. Righto--you'll remember what I said, won't you, Uncle? Cheerio. (_Exit_ OLIVER, R.) UNCLE. Cheerio. What? Oh, yes, yes. (_after_ OLIVER _has gone._) EVANGELINE (_goes to him_). Now, look here--about that will of yours--I don't feel that it's quite fair to the others to---- (_Enter_ MRS. CROMBIE _from garden._) MRS. CROMBIE. Oh, there you are, Mr. Davis--I've been wanting to have a little talk to you about South America. I had a brother out there, you know. (_Behind chair_ R.C.) DANIEL (_rising, jovially_). Splendid--let's talk about him for hours. EVANGELINE (_a little annoyed_). I'll come back later, uncle. (_Moves to stairs._) MRS. CROMBIE. I hope I'm not interrupting a heart-to-heart talk between uncle and niece. DANIEL. Not at all, not at all--it's a pleasure, I assure you. EVANGELINE (_on stairs_). It doesn't matter a bit. Uncle Daniel is going to stay with us a long time, I hope. (_Exit upstairs._) MRS. CROMBIE (_settling herself in arm-chair_). Splendid--have you such a thing as a cigarette? DANIEL. A cigarette, yes, certainly. MRS. CROMBIE. And a match. DANIEL. And a match. (_He hands her a case, she takes one, goes to mantel for matches--then he strikes a match and lights it._) MRS. CROMBIE (_girlishly_). Now we can be quite comfortable, can't we? DANIEL. Quite. (_Sits on Chesterfield._) MRS. CROMBIE. As I was saying just now, I had a brother out in South America. DANIEL. What part? MRS. CROMBIE. I'm not quite sure--we don't hear from him much--he was sent out there for--for---- DANIEL. I quite understand. MRS. CROMBIE. For his health. DANIEL. I know, they all are. It's a wonderful climate. MRS. CROMBIE. He hasn't written for ages and ages--we were wondering if he was making money or not--it seems so far away, anything may be happening to him. DANIEL. In all probability everything is----SPACELEFT(_laughs to himself_). MRS. CROMBIE. Did you have any thrilling adventures when you were making your pile? DANIEL. Oh yes, heaps and heaps. MRS. CROMBIE. I gather that you have a mine of some sort? DANIEL. Yes--just near the Grand Stand. MRS. CROMBIE. The what? DANIEL. The Grand Slam. MRS. CROMBIE. Slam! DANIEL. It's the name of a mountain, you know. MRS. CROMBIE. What a strange name! Why do they call it that? DANIEL. I can't imagine. It's often been a source of great perplexity to me. MRS. CROMBIE. I take it that yours is a gold mine. DANIEL. Not so that you'd notice it. MRS. CROMBIE. I beg your pardon? DANIEL. Well, I mean--it's not especially a gold mine--it's a mixed mine--a little bit of everything--there's tin and silver and salt and copper and brass, and God knows what--it's most exciting wondering what we are going to find next. MRS. CROMBIE. Yes, so I should imagine.... DANIEL. Often on weary, dark nights--filled with the cries of the jackal and the boa-constrictor. MRS. CROMBIE. I didn't know boa-constrictors cried.