HECTOR. Think of Lady Utterword's beauty! her good sense! her style!
LADY UTTERWORD. Flatterer. Think, Mr. Mangan, whether you can really do any better for yourself elsewhere: that is the essential point, isn't it?
MANGAN [surrendering]. All right: all right. I'm done. Have it your own way. Only let me alone. I don't know whether I'm on my head or my heels when you all start on me like this. I'll stay. I'll marry her. I'll do anything for a quiet life. Are you satisfied now?
ELLIE. No. I never really intended to make you marry me, Mr Mangan. Never in the depths of my soul. I only wanted to feel my strength: to know that you could not escape if I chose to take you.
MANGAN [indignantly]. What! Do you mean to say you are going to throw me over after my acting so handsome?
LADY UTTERWORD. I should not be too hasty, Miss Dunn. You can throw Mr Mangan over at any time up to the last moment. Very few men in his position go bankrupt. You can live very comfortably on his reputation for immense wealth.
ELLIE. I cannot commit bigamy, Lady Utterword.
MRS HUSHABYE. { Bigamy! Whatever on earth are you talking about, Ellie?
LADY UTTERWORD [exclaiming altogether] { Bigamy! What do you mean, Miss Dunn?
MANGAN { Bigamy! Do you mean to say you're married already?