And now must she lie beside him, even as she made her bed.
LADY UTTERWORD [calling from the garden]. Hesione! Hesione! Where
are you?
HECTOR. The cat is on the tiles.
MRS HUSHABYE. Coming, darling, coming [she goes quickly into the
garden].
The captain goes back to his place at the table.
HECTOR [going out into the hall]. Shall I turn up the lights for
you?
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. No. Give me deeper darkness. Money is not made
in the light.
ACT II
The same room, with the lights turned up and the curtains drawn.
Ellie comes in, followed by Mangan. Both are dressed for dinner.
She strolls to the drawing-table. He comes between the table and
the wicker chair.
MANGAN. What a dinner! I don't call it a dinner: I call it a
meal.
ELLIE. I am accustomed to meals, Mr Mangan, and very lucky to get
them. Besides, the captain cooked some maccaroni for me.
MANGAN [shuddering liverishly]. Too rich: I can't eat such
things. I suppose it's because I have to work so much with my
brain. That's the worst of being a man of business: you are
always thinking, thinking, thinking. By the way, now that we are
alone, may I take the opportunity to come to a little
understanding with you?
ELLIE [settling into the draughtsman's seat]. Certainly.
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