LADY UTTERWORD. Oh! What about my sheets?
THE CAPTAIN [halting at the door]. Take my advice: air them: or
take them off and sleep in blankets. You shall sleep in Ariadne's
old room.
LADY UTTERWORD. Indeed I shall do nothing of the sort. That
little hole! I am entitled to the best spare room.
THE CAPTAIN [continuing unmoved]. She married a numskull. She
told me she would marry anyone to get away from home.
LADT UTTERWORD. You are pretending not to know me on purpose. I
will leave the house.
Mazzini Dunn enters from the hall. He is a little elderly man
with bulging credulous eyes and earnest manners. He is dressed in
a blue serge jacket suit with an unbuttoned mackintosh over it,
and carries a soft black hat of clerical cut.
ELLIE. At last! Captain Shotover, here is my father.
THE CAPTAIN. This! Nonsense! not a bit like him [he goes away
through the garden, shutting the door sharply behind him].
LADY UTTERWORD. I will not be ignored and pretended to be
somebody else. I will have it out with Papa now, this instant.
[To Mazzini]. Excuse me. [She follows the captain out, making a
hasty bow to Mazzini, who returns it].
MRS HUSHABYE [hospitably shaking hands]. How good of you to come,
Mr Dunn! You don't mind Papa, do you? He is as mad as a hatter,
you know, but quite harmless and extremely clever.
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