Oh! you've brought someone with you. Introduce me.
LADY UTTERWORD. Hesione, is it possible that you don't know me?
MRS HUSHABYE [conventionally]. Of course I remember your face
quite well. Where have we met?
LADY UTTERWORD. Didn't Papa tell you I was here? Oh! this is
really too much. [She throws herself sulkily into the big chair].
MRS HUSHABYE. Papa!
LADY UTTERWORD. Yes, Papa. Our papa, you unfeeling wretch!
[Rising angrily]. I'll go straight to a hotel.
MRS HUSHABYE [seizing her by the shoulders]. My goodness gracious
goodness, you don't mean to say that you're Addy!
LADY UTTERWORD. I certainly am Addy; and I don't think I can be
so changed that you would not have recognized me if you had any
real affection for me. And Papa didn't think me even worth
mentioning!
MRS HUSHABYE. What a lark! Sit down [she pushes her back into the
chair instead of kissing her, and posts herself behind it]. You
DO look a swell. You're much handsomer than you used to be.
You've made the acquaintance of Ellie, of course. She is going to
marry a perfect hog of a millionaire for the sake of her father,
who is as poor as a church mouse; and you must help me to stop
her.
ELLIE. Oh, please, Hesione!
MRS HUSHABYE. My pettikins, the man's coming here today with your
father to begin persecuting you; and everybody will see the state
of the case in ten minutes; so what's the use of making a secret
of it?
ELLIE.
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