CAPTAIN SHOTOVER [rising]. Nonsense! the man is in bed.
ELLIE. Aha! I've caught you. My real father has gone to bed; but the father you gave me is in the kitchen. You knew quite well all along. Come. [She draws him out into the garden with her through the port door].
HECTOR. That's an extraordinary girl. She has the Ancient Mariner on a string like a Pekinese dog.
RANDALL. Now that they have gone, shall we have a friendly chat?
HECTOR. You are in what is supposed to be my house. I am at your disposal.
Hector sits down in the draughtsman's chair, turning it to face Randall, who remains standing, leaning at his ease against the carpenter's bench.
RANDALL. I take it that we may be quite frank. I mean about Lady Utterword.
HECTOR. You may. I have nothing to be frank about. I never met her until this afternoon.
RANDALL [straightening up]. What! But you are her sister's husband.
HECTOR. Well, if you come to that, you are her husband's brother.