LADY UTTERWORD. You will certainly not be comfortable without
your luggage, Mr Mangan.
ELLIE [impatient]. Go, go: why don't you go? It is a heavenly
night: you can sleep on the heath. Take my waterproof to lie on:
it is hanging up in the hall.
HECTOR. Breakfast at nine, unless you prefer to breakfast with
the captain at six.
ELLIE. Good night, Alfred.
HECTOR. Alfred! [He runs back to the door and calls into the
garden]. Randall, Mangan's Christian name is Alfred.
RANDALL [appearing in the starboard doorway in evening dress].
Then Hesione wins her bet.
Mrs Hushabye appears in the port doorway. She throws her left arm
round Hector's neck: draws him with her to the back of the sofa:
and throws her right arm round Lady Utterword's neck.
MRS HUSHABYE. They wouldn't believe me, Alf.
They contemplate him.
MANGAN. Is there any more of you coming in to look at me, as if I
was the latest thing in a menagerie?
MRS HUSHABYE. You are the latest thing in this menagerie.
Before Mangan can retort, a fall of furniture is heard from
upstairs: then a pistol shot, and a yell of pain. The staring
group breaks up in consternation.
MAZZINI'S VOICE [from above]. Help! A burglar! Help!
HECTOR [his eyes blazing]. A burglar!!!
MRS HUSHABYE. No, Hector: you'll be shot [but it is too late; he
has dashed out past Mangan, who hastily moves towards the
bookshelves out of his way].
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