I don't believe you are Hastings Utterword.
THE GENTLEMAN. I am not.
MRS HUSHABYE. Then what business had you to kiss me?
THE GENTLEMAN. I thought I would like to. The fact is, I am
Randall Utterword, the unworthy younger brother of Hastings. I
was abroad diplomatizing when he was married.
LADY UTTERWORD [dashing in]. Hesione, where is the key of the
wardrobe in my room? My diamonds are in my dressing-bag: I must
lock it up--[recognizing the stranger with a shock] Randall, how
dare you? [She marches at him past Mrs Hushabye, who retreats and
joins Mangan near the sofa].
RANDALL. How dare I what? I am not doing anything.
LADY UTTERWORD. Who told you I was here?
RANDALL. Hastings. You had just left when I called on you at
Claridge's; so I followed you down here. You are looking
extremely well.
LADY UTTERWORD. Don't presume to tell me so.
MRS HUSHABYE. What is wrong with Mr Randall, Addy?
LADY UTTERWORD [recollecting herself]. Oh, nothing. But he has no
right to come bothering you and papa without being invited [she
goes to the window-seat and sits down, turning away from them
ill-humoredly and looking into the garden, where Hector and Ellie
are now seen strolling together].
MRS HUSHABYE. I think you have not met Mr Mangan, Addy.
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