MRS HUSHABYE. No, Hector: you'll be shot [but it is too late; he has dashed out past Mangan, who hastily moves towards the bookshelves out of his way].
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER [blowing his whistle]. All hands aloft! [He strides out after Hector].
LADY UTTERWORD. My diamonds! [She follows the captain].
RANDALL [rushing after her]. No. Ariadne. Let me.
ELLIE. Oh, is papa shot? [She runs out].
MRS HUSHABYE. Are you frightened, Alf?
MANGAN. No. It ain't my house, thank God.
MRS HUSHABYE. If they catch a burglar, shall we have to go into court as witnesses, and be asked all sorts of questions about our private lives?
MANGAN. You won't be believed if you tell the truth.
Mazzini, terribly upset, with a duelling pistol in his hand, comes from the hall, and makes his way to the drawing-table.