MANGAN. Well, he noticed the difference between our ages.
ELLIE. He notices everything.
MANGAN. You don't mind, then?
ELLIE. Of course I know quite well that our engagement—
MANGAN. Oh! you call it an engagement.
ELLIE. Well, isn't it?
MANGAN. Oh, yes, yes: no doubt it is if you hold to it. This is the first time you've used the word; and I didn't quite know where we stood: that's all. [He sits down in the wicker chair; and resigns himself to allow her to lead the conversation]. You were saying—?
ELLIE. Was I? I forget. Tell me. Do you like this part of the country? I heard you ask Mr Hushabye at dinner whether there are any nice houses to let down here.
MANGAN. I like the place. The air suits me. I shouldn't be surprised if I settled down here.
ELLIE. Nothing would please me better. The air suits me too. And I want to be near Hesione.
MANGAN [with growing uneasiness]. The air may suit us; but the question is, should we suit one another? Have you thought about that?
ELLIE. Mr Mangan, we must be sensible, mustn't we? It's no use pretending that we are Romeo and Juliet. But we can get on very well together if we choose to make the best of it. Your kindness of heart will make it easy for me.
MANGAN [leaning forward, with the beginning of something like deliberate unpleasantness in his voice]. Kindness of heart, eh? I ruined your father, didn't I?
ELLIE. Oh, not intentionally.
MANGAN. Yes I did. Ruined him on purpose.
ELLIE. On purpose!
