DANIEL. I know, I was just going to except you; you've been charming, but really it was terrible. I can't stay. Oliver has such a lowering expression, and if Joyce gives me one more "dumb animal in pain" look, I shall scream. SYLVIA. I can't understand why they're all being so silly--I gave them credit for more sense of humour. DANIEL. And Bobbie--Bobbie was the worst of the lot. SYLVIA. Well, one can forgive him a little more because of Faith. DANIEL. Why? What about Faith? SYLVIA (_rising, going to him_). Oh, the little beast chucked him last night, the moment she heard you weren't going to leave him a fortune. DANIEL. Did she, by Jove! SYLVIA (_returning_ R.C.). Personally I'm delighted. I always distrusted her, and this proves what I've said all along. But that doesn't make Bobbie any better tempered about it. DANIEL (L.C.). Poor old Bobbie, I bet he hates me. SYLVIA. If he does he's a fool. DANIEL. After all you can't blame him, it's only natural. SYLVIA. He ought to be jolly grateful to you for being the means of showing her up. DANIEL. Perhaps--but he won't be. I know what it feels like; we all go through it sometime or another. I'd love to wring that girl's neck though. SYLVIA. You like Bobbie best of us all, don't you? DANIEL. With the exception of you--yes. I think it's because he's the most like me. He is, you know. If he'd lived my life he'd have done exactly the same things. SYLVIA. I wonder. (_Sits_ L. _of Chesterfield._) DANIEL (_smiling_). I know. (_He sits on chair, head of table._) He's got just the same regard for the truth, the same sublime contempt of the world, and the same amount of bombast and good opinion of himself that I started with, I only hope he'll make better use of his chances, and carve out a better career for himself. SYLVIA. If he does, he'll owe it all to you--first for rousing him up and making him work, and secondly for getting rid of Faith for him. Had he married her, she'd have been a millstone round his neck. He doesn't realize it now, but yesterday was one of the luckiest days of his life. DANIEL. D'you really think so? SYLVIA. I'm sure of it. DANIEL. That's simply splendid. You've bucked me up tremendously. I shan't mind the _Green Hart_ nearly so much now. (_Rising._) SYLVIA (_putting him back on seat_). Uncle, you're not to go to the _Green Hart_ at all, I won't have it. DANIEL. I must. When they all sit round looking reproachfully at me, it makes me feel as if I could sink under the table. SYLVIA (_patting him and kneeling by him_). But they won't--they'll have got over it. DANIEL. They're all much too young to get over being made fools of as quickly as that. SYLVIA. But, uncle----