LADY UTTERWORD [turning her head and nodding coldly to Mangan]. I
beg your pardon. Randall, you have flustered me so: I make a
perfect fool of myself.
MRS HUSHABYE. Lady Utterword. My sister. My younger sister.
MANGAN [bowing]. Pleased to meet you, Lady Utterword.
LADY UTTERWORD [with marked interest]. Who is that gentleman
walking in the garden with Miss Dunn?
MRS HUSHABYE. I don't know. She quarrelled mortally with my
husband only ten minutes ago; and I didn't know anyone else had
come. It must be a visitor. [She goes to the window to look]. Oh,
it is Hector. They've made it up.
LADY UTTERWORD. Your husband! That handsome man?
MRS HUSHABYE. Well, why shouldn't my husband be a handsome man?
RANDALL [joining them at the window]. One's husband never is,
Ariadne [he sits by Lady Utterword, on her right].
MRS HUSHABYE. One's sister's husband always is, Mr Randall.
LADY UTTERWORD. Don't be vulgar, Randall. And you, Hesione, are
just as bad.
Ellie and Hector come in from the garden by the starboard door.
Randall rises. Ellie retires into the corner near the pantry.
Hector comes forward; and Lady Utterword rises looking her very
best.
MRS. HUSHABYE. Hector, this is Addy.
HECTOR [apparently surprised]. Not this lady.
LADY UTTERWORD [smiling].
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