Your father persists in
believing that my father is some sailor who robbed him.
LADY UTTERWORD. You had better pretend not to notice it. My
father is a very clever man; but he always forgot things; and now
that he is old, of course he is worse. And I must warn you that
it is sometimes very hard to feel quite sure that he really
forgets.
Mrs Hushabye bursts into the room tempestuously and embraces
Ellie. She is a couple of years older than Lady Utterword, and
even better looking. She has magnificent black hair, eyes like
the fishpools of Heshbon, and a nobly modelled neck, short at the
back and low between her shoulders in front. Unlike her sister
she is uncorseted and dressed anyhow in a rich robe of black pile
that shows off her white skin and statuesque contour.
MRS HUSHABYE. Ellie, my darling, my pettikins [kissing her], how
long have you been here? I've been at home all the time: I was
putting flowers and things in your room; and when I just sat down
for a moment to try how comfortable the armchair was I went off
to sleep. Papa woke me and told me you were here. Fancy your
finding no one, and being neglected and abandoned. [Kissing her
again]. My poor love! [She deposits Ellie on the sofa. Meanwhile
Ariadne has left the table and come over to claim her share of
attention].
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