CRAWSHAW. Well, it's over now.

MARGARET. Viola had better know, hadn't she?

CRAWSHAW. She'll have to know some time, of course.

VIOLA (sitting done firmly on the sofa). Of course she will. So
you'd better tell her now. I knew there was something exciting
going on this morning.

CRAWSHAW (embarrassed). Hum--ha--(To MARGARET) Perhaps you'd better
tell her, dear.

MARGARET (simply and naturally). Father has come into some
property, Viola. It means changing our name unfortunately. But your
father doesn't think it will matter.

VIOLA. How thrilling! What is the name, mother?

MARGARET. Your father says it is--dear me, I shall never remember it.

CRAWSHAW (mumbling). Wurzel-Flummery.

VIOLA (after a pause). Dick, _you_ tell me, if nobody else will.

RICHARD. Robert said it just now.

VIOLA. That wasn't a name, was it? I thought it was just a--do say
it again, father.