me. You can let yourself go. Don't try to control yourself. Have a good cry.
ELLIE [raising her head]. Damn!
MRS HUSHABYE. Splendid! Oh, what a relief! I thought you were going to be broken-hearted. Never mind me. Damn him again.
ELLIE. I am not damning him. I am damning myself for being such a fool. [Rising]. How could I let myself be taken in so? [She begins prowling to and fro, her bloom gone, looking curiously older and harder].
MRS HUSHABYE [cheerfully]. Why not, pettikins? Very few young women can resist Hector. I couldn't when I was your age. He is really rather splendid, you know.
ELLIE [turning on her]. Splendid! Yes, splendid looking, of course. But how can you love a liar?
MRS HUSHABYE. I don't know. But you can, fortunately. Otherwise there wouldn't be much love in the world.
ELLIE. But to lie like that! To be a boaster! a coward!
MRS HUSHABYE [rising in alarm]. Pettikins, none of that, if you please. If you hint the slightest doubt of Hector's courage, he will go straight off and do the most horribly dangerous things to convince himself that he isn't a coward. He has a dreadful trick of getting out of one third-floor window and coming in at another, just to test his nerve. He has a whole drawerful of Albert Medals for saving people's lives.
ELLIE. He never told me that.
MRS HUSHABYE. He never boasts of anything he really did: he can't bear it; and it makes him shy if anyone else does. All his stories are made-up stories.
ELLIE [coming to her]. Do you mean that he is really brave, and really has adventures, and yet tells lies
