MAZZINI. Are you quite sure, Ellie? Mrs Hushabye has made me feel that I may have been thoughtless and selfish about it.
ELLIE [very clearly and steadily]. Papa. When Mrs. Hushabye takes it on herself to explain to you what I think or don't think, shut your ears tight; and shut your eyes too. Hesione knows nothing about me: she hasn't the least notion of the sort of person I am, and never will. I promise you I won't do anything I don't want to do and mean to do for my own sake.
MAZZINI. You are quite, quite sure?
ELLIE. Quite, quite sure. Now you must go away and leave me to talk to Mrs Hushabye.
MAZZINI. But I should like to hear. Shall I be in the way?
ELLIE [inexorable]. I had rather talk to her alone.
MAZZINI [affectionately]. Oh, well, I know what a nuisance parents are, dear. I will be good and go. [He goes to the garden door]. By the way, do you remember the address of that professional who woke me up? Don't you think I had better telegraph to him?
MRS HUSHABYE [moving towards the sofa]. It's too late to telegraph tonight.
MAZZINI. I suppose so. I do hope he'll wake up in the course of the night. [He goes out into the garden].
ELLIE [turning vigorously on Hesione the moment her father is out of the room]. Hesione, what the devil do you mean by making mischief with my father about Mangan?
MRS HUSHABYE [promptly losing her temper]. Don't you dare speak to me like that, you little minx. Remember that you are in my house.
ELLIE. Stuff! Why don't you mind your own business? What is it to you whether I choose to marry Mangan or not?
