ELLIE [rising]. That means that you want to tell Mr Randall the story about the tiger. Come, Captain: I want to talk to my father; and you had better come with me.
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER [rising]. Nonsense! the man is in bed.
ELLIE. Aha! I"ve caught you. My real father has gone to bed; but the father you gave me is in the kitchen. You knew quite well all along.
Come. [She draws him out into the garden with her through the port door].
HECTOR. That"s an extraordinary girl. She has the Ancient Mariner on a string like a Pekinese dog.
RANDALL. Now that they have gone, shall we have a friendly chat?
HECTOR. You are in what is supposed to be my house. I am at your disposal.
Hector sits down in the draughtsman"s chair, turning it to face Randall, who remains standing, leaning at his ease against the carpenter"s bench.
RANDALL. I take it that we may be quite frank. I mean about Lady Utterword.
HECTOR. You may. I have nothing to be frank about. I never met her until this afternoon.
RANDALL [straightening up]. What! But you are her sister"s husband.
HECTOR. Well, if you come to that, you are her husband"s brother.
RANDALL. But you seem to be on intimate terms with her.
HECTOR. 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 a.s.sure 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. And as she has all the Shotover fascination, there is plenty of compet.i.tion for the job, eh?
RANDALL [angrily]. She encourages them. Her conduct is perfectly scandalous. I a.s.sure you, my dear fellow, I haven"t an atom of jealousy in my composition; but she makes herself the talk of every place she goes to by her thoughtlessness. It"s nothing more: she doesn"t really care for the men she keeps hanging about her; but how is the world to know that? It"s not fair to Hastings. It"s not fair to me.
HECTOR. Her theory is that her conduct is so correct
RANDALL. Correct! She does nothing but make scenes from morning till night. You be careful, old chap. She will get you into trouble: that is, she would if she really cared for you.
HECTOR. Doesn"t she?
RANDALL. Not a sc.r.a.p. She may want your scalp to add to her collection; but her true affection has been engaged years ago. You had really better be careful.
HECTOR. Do you suffer much from this jealousy?
RANDALL. Jealousy! I jealous! My dear fellow, haven"t I told you that there is not an atom of--
HECTOR. Yes. And Lady Utterword told me she never made scenes. Well, don"t waste your jealousy on my moustache. Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary hero that supplants us all in the long run. Besides, jealousy does not belong to your easy man-of-the-world pose, which you carry so well in other respects.
RANDALL. Really, Hushabye, I think a man may be allowed to be a gentleman without being accused of posing.
HECTOR. It is a pose like any other. In this house we know all the poses: our game is to find out the man under the pose. The man under your pose is apparently Ellie"s favorite, Oth.e.l.lo.
RANDALL. Some of your games in this house are d.a.m.ned annoying, let me tell you.
HECTOR. Yes: I have been their victim for many years. I used to writhe under them at first; but I became accustomed to them. At last I learned to play them.
RANDALL. If it"s all the same to you I had rather you didn"t play them on me. You evidently don"t quite understand my character, or my notions of good form.
HECTOR. Is it your notion of good form to give away Lady Utterword?
RANDALL [a childishly plaintive note breaking into his huff]. I have not said a word against Lady Utterword. This is just the conspiracy over again.
HECTOR. What conspiracy?
RANDALL. You know very well, sir. A conspiracy to make me out to be pettish and jealous and childish and everything I am not. Everyone knows I am just the opposite.
HECTOR [rising]. Something in the air of the house has upset you. It often does have that effect. [He goes to the garden door and calls Lady Utterword with commanding emphasis]. Ariadne!
LADY UTTERWORD [at some distance]. Yes.
RANDALL. What are you calling her for? I want to speak--
LADY UTTERWORD [arriving breathless]. Yes. You really are a terribly commanding person. What"s the matter?
HECTOR. I do not know how to manage your friend Randall. No doubt you do.
LADY UTTERWORD. Randall: have you been making yourself ridiculous, as usual? I can see it in your face. Really, you are the most pettish creature.
RANDALL. You know quite well, Ariadne, that I have not an ounce of pettishness in my disposition. I have made myself perfectly pleasant here. I have remained absolutely cool and imperturbable in the face of a burglar. Imperturbability is almost too strong a point of mine. But [putting his foot down with a stamp, and walking angrily up and down the room] I insist on being treated with a certain consideration. I will not allow Hushabye to take liberties with me. I will not stand your encouraging people as you do.
HECTOR. The man has a rooted delusion that he is your husband.
LADY UTTERWORD. I know. He is jealous. As if he had any right to be! He compromises me everywhere. He makes scenes all over the place. Randall: I will not allow it. I simply will not allow it. You had no right to discuss me with Hector. I will not be discussed by men.