express the parting wish that your future career will add fresh
lustre to--my name. (To himself as he goes out) Exit Mr. Denis
Clifton with dignity. (But he has left his papers behind him.)

(CRAWSHAW, walking indignantly back to the sofa, sees the papers
and picks them up.)

CRAWSHAW (contemptuously). "Watherston v. Towser--in re Great
Missenden Canal Company" Bah! (He tears them up and throws them
into the fare. He goes back to his writing-table and is seated
there as VIOLA, followed by MERITON, comes in.)

VIOLA. Father, Dick doesn't want to take the money, but I have told
him that of course he must. He must, mustn't he?

RICHARD. We needn't drag Robert into it, Viola.

CRAWSHAW. If Richard has the very natural feeling that it would be
awkward for me if there were two Wurzel-Flummerys in the House of
Commons, I should be the last to interfere with his decision. In
any case, I don't see what concern it is of yours, Viola.

VIOLA (surprised). But how can we get married if he doesn't take
the money?

CRAWSHAW (hardly understanding). Married? What does this mean,
Richard?

RICHARD. I'm sorry it has come out like this. We ought to have told
you before, but anyhow we were going to have told you in a day or