RANDALL. Hastings. You had just left when I called on you at Claridge's; so I followed you down here. You are looking extremely well.
LADY UTTERWORD. Don't presume to tell me so.
MRS HUSHABYE. What is wrong with Mr Randall, Addy?
LADY UTTERWORD [recollecting herself]. Oh, nothing. But he has no right to come bothering you and papa without being invited [she goes to the window-seat and sits down, turning away from them ill-humoredly and looking into the garden, where Hector and Ellie are now seen strolling together].
MRS HUSHABYE. I think you have not met Mr Mangan, Addy.
LADY UTTERWORD [turning her head and nodding coldly to Mangan]. I beg your pardon. Randall, you have flustered me so: I make a perfect fool of myself.
MRS HUSHABYE. Lady Utterword. My sister. My younger sister.
MANGAN [bowing]. Pleased to meet you, Lady Utterword.
LADY UTTERWORD [with marked interest]. Who is that gentleman walking in the garden with Miss Dunn?
MRS HUSHABYE. I don't know. She quarrelled mortally with my husband only ten minutes ago; and I didn't know anyone else had come. It must be a visitor. [She goes to the window to look]. Oh, it is Hector. They've made it up.