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_?
VIOLA. Dick! How wonderful!
MARGARET (mildly). I don't remember ever having had a morning quite
like this.
RICHARD (angrily). Is this a joke, Mr. Clifton?
CLIFTON. Oh, the money is there all right. My clerk, a man of the
utmost--
RICHARD. Then I refuse it. I'll have nothing to do with it. I won't
even argue about it. (Tearing the letter into bits) That's what I
think of your money. [He stalks indignantly from the room.]
VIOLA. Dick! Oh, but, mother, he mustn't. Oh, I must tell him--
[She hurries after him.]
MARGARET (with dignity). Really, Mr. Clifton, I'm surprised at you.
[She goes out too.]
CLIFTON (looking round the room). And now, Mr. Crawshaw, we are
alone.
CRAWSHAW. Yes. Well, I think, Mr. Clifton, you have a good deal to
explain--
CLIFTON. My dear sir, I'm longing to begin. I have been looking
forward to this day for weeks. I spent over an hour this morning
dressing for it. (He takes papers from his hat and moves to the
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