So do you.
RANDALL. Yes: but I AM on intimate terms with her. I have known
her for years.
HECTOR. It took her years to get to the same point with you that
she got to with me in five minutes, it seems.
RANDALL [vexed]. Really, Ariadne is the limit [he moves away
huffishly towards the windows].
HECTOR [coolly]. She is, as I remarked to Hesione, a very
enterprising woman.
RANDALL [returning, much troubled]. You see, Hushabye, you are
what women consider a good-looking man.
HECTOR. I cultivated that appearance in the days of my vanity;
and Hesione insists on my keeping it up. She makes me wear these
ridiculous things [indicating his Arab costume] because she
thinks me absurd in evening dress.
RANDALL. Still, you do keep it up, old chap. Now, I assure you I
have not an atom of jealousy in my disposition
HECTOR. The question would seem to be rather whether your brother
has any touch of that sort.
RANDALL. What! Hastings! Oh, don't trouble about Hastings. He has
the gift of being able to work sixteen hours a day at the dullest
detail, and actually likes it. That gets him to the top wherever
he goes. As long as Ariadne takes care that he is fed regularly,
he is only too thankful to anyone who will keep her in good humor
for him.
HECTOR.
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