On the contrary, I could wish you always like that.
LADY UTTERWORD. Your daughter's match is off, Mr Dunn. It seems
that Mr Mangan, whom we all supposed to be a man of property,
owns absolutely nothing.
MAZZINI. Well, of course I knew that, Lady Utterword. But if
people believe in him and are always giving him money, whereas
they don't believe in me and never give me any, how can I ask
poor Ellie to depend on what I can do for her?
MANGAN. Don't you run away with this idea that I have nothing.
I--
HECTOR. Oh, don't explain. We understand. You have a couple of
thousand pounds in exchequer bills, 50,000 shares worth tenpence
a dozen, and half a dozen tabloids of cyanide of potassium to
poison yourself with when you are found out. That's the reality
of your millions.
MAZZINI. Oh no, no, no. He is quite honest: the businesses are
genuine and perfectly legal.
HECTOR [disgusted]. Yah! Not even a great swindler!
MANGAN. So you think. But I've been too many for some honest men,
for all that.
LADY UTTERWORD. There is no pleasing you, Mr Mangan. You are
determined to be neither rich nor poor, honest nor dishonest.
MANGAN. There you go again. Ever since I came into this silly
house I have been made to look like a fool, though I'm as good a
man in this house as in the city.
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