that Mr. Crawshaw--but of course I never expected anything so
delightful as this. (He hands over the letter with a bow.)

RICHARD. Thanks. (He puts it in his pocket.)

CLIFTON. Oh, but do read it now, won't you? (To MR. CRAWSHAW) One
so rarely has an opportunity of being present when one's own
letters are read. I think the habit they have on the stage of
reading letters aloud to other is such a very delightful one.

(RICHARD, with a smile and a shrug, has opened his letter while
CLIFTON is talking.)

RICHARD. Good Lord!

VIOLA. Dick, what is it?

RICHARD (reading). "199, Lincoln's Inn Fields. Dear Sir, I have
the pleasure to inform you that under the will of the late Mr.
Antony Clifton you are a beneficiary to the extent of L50,000."

VIOLA. Dick!

RICHARD. "A trifling condition is attached--namely, that you should
take the name of--Wurzel-Flummery." (CLIFTON, with his hand on his
heart, bows gracefully from one to the other of them.)

CRAWSHAW (annoyed). Impossible! Why should he leave any money to
_you_?