Well--er--just good days.
MRS. DERMOTT. Do come and sit down, all of you; you look so terribly
restless.
(_They sit,_ OLIVER _on arm of Chesterfield,_ JOYCE _crosses to form_ R.,
EVANGELINE _on club-fender,_ BOBBIE _chair below table,_ SYLVIA
_arm-chair._)
DANIEL. I feel restless. It must be the home surroundings after all
these years.
BOBBIE. I should love to go abroad.
DANIEL. It would make a man of you, my boy.
BOBBIE. I should simply loathe that.
DANIEL. So should I between ourselves, but still----. Oh, by the way,
I--I have something rather important to say to you, you must prepare
yourselves for a shock--I--I----SPACELEFT(_He dabs his eyes with his
handkerchief._)
MRS. DERMOTT. What on earth is it, Danny?
DANIEL. I--I----SPACELEFT(_Another dab._)
SYLVIA. Oh, uncle, tell us.
DANIEL. I--er--it's this. I consulted my doctor just before I sailed.
MRS. DERMOTT. Yes?
DANIEL. He--he gave me just three years to live.
MRS. DERMOTT. Danny, what do you mean?
DANIEL (_firmly_). It's true--three years, he said.
MRS. DERMOTT. It's the most awful thing. Tell us why--what's the matter
with you? (_Quickly._)
DANIEL (_rather staggered_). The matter with me?
MRS. DERMOTT. Yes, of course, you must see a specialist at once.
DANIEL (_pulling himself together dramatically_). No specialist in the
world could ever do me any good.
MRS. DERMOTT. Well, what is it? For God's sake tell us!
DANIEL (_takes big breath_). Sleeping sickness! (_Smiles broadly at_
MRS. DERMOTT.)
MRS. DERMOTT. What!! (_They all move._)
DANIEL. Yes, it's frightfully prevalent out there.
MRS. DERMOTT. Oh, Danny, I hope its not infectious.
OLIVER. Sleeping sickness! By Jove!
DANIEL. Yes, I simply daren't go to sleep without an alarm clock.
MRS. DERMOTT. Danny darling, it's all too dreadful--I can't believe it.
BOBBIE (_rising_). But, uncle, I thought sleeping sickness polished you
off in one night.
DANIEL (_embarrassed_). So it does, but that one night won't happen to
me for three years. The doctor says so. He knows. You see I've got it
internally or something.
MRS. DERMOTT (_firmly_). You must never go back there--you shall stay
with us until--until--the end----
(_She breaks down, sobs on_ DANIEL'S _shoulder._)
SYLVIA (_goes behind Chesterfield_). Oh, mother darling, don't cry.
(_She looks at_ DANIEL _rather angrily._)
DANIEL (_rising_). I'm sorry I have upset you, Anne. But I h
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