him and I know nothing about him.

RICHARD (surprised). Not really? Well, I congratulate you. (He
sighs.) To them that hath--But what on earth do you want my advice
about?

CRAWSHAW. There is a slight condition attached.

RICHARD. Oho!

CRAWSHAW. The condition is that with this money--fifty thousand
pounds--I take the name of--ah--Wurzel-Flummery.

RICHARD (jumping up). What!

CRAWSHAW (sulkily). I said it quite distinctly--Wurzel-Flummery.

(RICHARD in an awed silence walks over to the desk and stands
looking down at the unhappy CRAWSHAW. He throws out his left hand
as if introducing him.)

RICHARD (reverently). Mr. Robert Wurzel-Flummery, M. P., one of the
most prominent of our younger Parliamentarians. Oh, you...oh! ...
oh, how too heavenly! (He goes back to his seat, looks up and
catches CRAWSHAW'S eye, and breaks down altogether.)

CRAWSHAW (rising with dignity). Shall we discuss it seriously, or
shall we leave it?

RICHARD. How can we discuss a name like Wurzel-Flummery seriously?