Mr. Icky: So I’m going to lose my little daughter...
Ulsa: You’ve still got a houseful of children.
(Charles, Ulsa’s brother, coming out of the cottage. He is dressed as if to go to sea; a coil of rope is slung about his shoulder and an anchor is hanging from his neck.)
Charles: (Not seeing them) I’m going to sea! I’m going to sea!
(His voice is triumphant.)
Mr. Icky: (Sadly) You went to seed long ago.
Charles: I’ve been reading “Conrad.”
Peter: (Dreamily) “Conrad,” ah! “Two Years Before the Mast,” by Henry James.
Charles: What?
Peter: Walter Pater’s version of “Robinson Crusoe.”