DANIEL (_cheerfully_). Not a bob! Except on the all too rare occasions when I win a bit. (_Laughing._) If it were not for the darling little horses, I shouldn't be able to get across to England at all. EVANGELINE. What about the mine you told us of? (JOYCE _is_ R. _of table._) DANIEL. I never told you of a mine. EVANGELINE. Oh, uncle, you are a fibber! DANIEL. You said I had a mine. As a matter of fact I am part owner in one. Unfortunately it was long ago proved to be absolutely worthless. But please don't worry yourselves over me. I shall be all right. SYLVIA (R.C.). We weren't. DANIEL (C). I didn't say you were, I said don't. I also told you, now that I come to think of it, that I had only three years to live. That was put in as a bit of local colour. I hope to live to eighty-two or even eighty-three. BOBBIE (_above Chesterfield_). Well, all I can say is--it's the rottenest trick I ever heard. JOYCE. Uncle, how could you? (_She sniffs._) BOBBIE. How dare you come here and stuff us up with promises that you can never keep. I'm jolly well fed up. I thought you were such a sport and--oh, what's the use of talking. You don't give a damn. Come away, Faith. FAITH (_tossing her head_). Very well. (_Exit_ BOBBIE _and_ FAITH _into garden._) EVANGELINE (_coming forward, moves between Chesterfield and arm-chair--contemptuously_). It strikes me as being a singularly pointless practical joke--I'm very disappointed in you, Uncle Daniel. (_Exit_ R.) OLIVER (_coming in front of_ JOYCE). So am I--damned disappointed. I thought you were too decent to do a thing like that. (_Exit_ R.) JOYCE. I think you're horrid, it'll get all over the school now. (_She bursts into tears and exits_ R.) (SYLVIA _turns and looks at_ UNCLE DANIEL.) DANIEL. They've all had a go at me. Haven't you anything to say too, Sylvia? SYLVIA. No, I haven't anything to say at all. UNCLE DANIEL. Oh! (_Sits in armchair._) SYLVIA. You see I knew all the time. (_Goes to above him._) DANIEL (_incredulously_). You knew? SYLVIA. Well, I guessed from the first and found out afterwards. DANIEL. But how? SYLVIA. Well, uncle darling, I knew that no one with a smile like yours could ever have a bob! (_Kisses him, goes off laughing._ UNCLE DANIEL _settles himself in armchair, smiling._) CURTAIN. ACT III. SCENE.--_The scene is the same as the preceding acts. Alterations in the furniture are noted at the end of the play. It is seven-thirty on the morning following the events of_ ACT II. _When the_ CURTAIN _rises, the sun is streaming in through the open window_ L.C. BOBBIE _can be seen standing just outside looking up apparently at an upper window._ BOBBIE (_calling softly_). Faith! Faith! FAITH (_heard off_). What is it? BOBBIE. Come down and talk to me. FAITH. Don't be silly-- BOBBIE. Please do--I've got lots to tell you. FAITH. Oh, all right--wait a minute.