CRAWSHAW (sulkily but plainly). Wurzel-Flummery.

VIOLA (surprised). Do you spell it like that? I mean like a wurzel
and like flummery?

RICHARD. Exactly, I believe.

VIOLA (to herself). Miss Viola Wurzel-Flummery--I mean they'd have
to look at you, wouldn't they? (Bubbling over) Oh, Dick, what a
heavenly name! Who had it first?

RICHARD. They are an old Hampshire family--that is so, isn't it,
Robert?

CRAWSHAW (annoyed). I said I thought that I remembered--Margaret,
can you find Burke there?

(She finds it, and he buries himself in the families of the great.)

MARGARET. Well, Viola, you haven't told us how you like being Miss
Wurzel-Flummery.

VIOLA. I haven't realized myself yet, mummy. I shall have to stand
in front of my glass and tell myself who I am.

RICHARD. It's all right for you. You know you'll change your name
one day, and then it won't matter what you've been called before.

VIOLA (secretly). H'sh! (She smiles lovingly at him, and then says
aloud) Oh, won't it? It's got to appear in the papers, "A marriage