DANIEL. Only when they are upset about something. Then they can't help it. There are few animals as highly emotional as a boa-constrictor. Anyhow, as I was saying, we lay awake in the throbbing darkness--the darkness out there always throbs--it's a most peculiar phenomenon--and wondered--Heavens, how we wondered what we should find on the following day. MRS. CROMBIE. If you'll forgive my saying so, Mr. Davis, I fear that you are a bit of a fraud. DANIEL. I beg your pardon? MRS. CROMBIE. I said I thought you were a fraud. DANIEL. Of course I am--all great men are. Look at George Washington. MRS. CROMBIE. He wasn't a fraud. DANIEL. We only have his word for it. Besides he knew his father had seen him cut down the cherry tree. That's why he confessed. Anyhow, why should you think I am? MRS. CROMBIE. Because you obviously know nothing about mining, and I happen to know that there is no such thing as a mountain in South America called the Grand Slam. I was determined to find out as much as I could about you on account of my daughter. DANIEL (_rises_). My dear madam, I assure you that there is nothing whatever between your daughter and me--my intentions are absolutely honourable. (_Moves to fireplace._) MRS. CROMBIE (_coldly_). I was not alluding to you, but to your nephew--your youngest nephew. DANIEL. Oh, I see. MRS. CROMBIE. He has been making love to her. This afternoon he proposed to her.... DANIEL. Did he, by Jove! MRS. CROMBIE. He also spoke about a large sum of money that you intended to leave him--I'm sure you will understand my position--I naturally want my daughter to marry well--and---- DANIEL. And you mean to make quite sure of the money beforehand. I see. MRS. CROMBIE. You put it rather crudely. DANIEL. I think matters of this kind are better discussed crudely. One thing I will promise you, Mrs. Crombie. You shall know full particulars of my finances and everything else by the end of the day. Until then I fear that you must continue to regard me as a fraud. MRS. CROMBIE. I hope you are not offended at my inquisitiveness, but I really---- DANIEL. My dear Mrs. Crombie, when you have knocked about the world as much as I have--one learns never to be either surprised or shocked. MRS. CROMBIE. It is very, very hard for mothers, nowadays. DANIEL. Yes, isn't it? MRS. CROMBIE. The children are all so modern they become quite ungovernable.... DANIEL (_coming forward slightly_). I can only say then that my nephews and nieces are exceptions to the rule. MRS. CROMBIE. I am so glad you are so satisfied with them.