MAZZINI [benevolently]. Ellie is very naughty, Mr Hushabye. Of course she does not really think that. [He goes to the bookshelves, and inspects the titles of the volumes].
- Boss Mangan comes in from the hall, followed by the captain. Mangan, carefully frock-coated as for church or for a director's meeting, is about fifty-five, with a careworn, mistrustful expression, standing a little on an entirely imaginary dignity, with a dull complexion, straight, lustreless hair, and features so entirely commonplace that it is impossible to describe them.
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. [to Mrs Hushabye, introducing the newcomer] Says his name is Mangan. Not able-bodied.
MRS HUSHABYE [graciously]. How do you do, Mr Mangan?
MANGAN [shaking hands]. Very pleased.
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Dunn's lost his muscle, but recovered his nerve. Men seldom do after three attacks of delirium tremens [he goes into the pantry].
MRS HUSHABYE. I congratulate you, Mr Dunn.
MAZZINI [dazed]. I am a lifelong teetotaler.
MRS HUSHABYE. You will find it far less trouble to let papa have his own way than try to explain.
MAZZINI. But three attacks of delirium tremens, really!
MRS HUSHABYE [to Mangan]. Do you know my husband, Mr Mangan [she indicates Hector].
MANGAN [going to Hector, who meets him with outstretched hand]. Very pleased. [Turning to Ellie]. I hope, Miss Ellie, you have not found the journey down too fatiguing. [They shake hands].
MRS HUSHABYE. Hector, show Mr Dunn his room.
HECTOR. Certainly. Come along, Mr Dunn. [He takes Mazzini out].
ELLIE. You haven't shown me my room yet, Hesione.
