s Hushabye, are my affairs to be discussed like this before everybody?
LADY UTTERWORD. I don't think Randall is listening now.
MANGAN. Everybody is listening. It isn't right.
MRS HUSHABYE. But in the dark, what does it matter? Ellie doesn't mind. Do you, Ellie?
ELLIE. Not in the least. What is your opinion, Lady Utterword? You have so much good sense.
MANGAN. But it isn't right. It—[Mrs Hushabye puts her hand on his mouth]. Oh, very well.
LADY UTTERWORD. How much money have you, Mr. Mangan?
MANGAN. Really—No: I can't stand this.
LADY UTTERWORD. Nonsense, Mr Mangan! It all turns on your income, doesn't it?
MANGAN. Well, if you come to that, how much money has she?
ELLIE. None.
LADY UTTERWORD. You are answered, Mr Mangan. And now, as you have made Miss Dunn throw her cards on the table, you cannot refuse to show your own.
MRS HUSHABYE. Come, Alf! out with it! How much?
MANGAN [baited out of all prudence]. Well, if you want to know, I have no money and never had any.
MRS HUSHABYE. Alfred, you mustn't tell naughty stories.
MANGAN. I'm not telling you stories. I'm telling you the raw truth.
LADY UTTERWORD. Then what do you live on, Mr Mangan?
MANGAN. Travelling expenses. And a trifle of commission.
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. What more have any of us but travelling expenses for our life's journey?
