HILLCRIST. Sit down.
[JILL sits down. He stands between her and HORNBLOWER.]
[Yu've won this round, sir, by a foul blow. We shall see whether you can take any advantage of it. I believe the law can stop you ruining my property.]
HORNBLOWER. Make your mind easy; it can't. I've got ye in a noose, and I'm goin' to hang ye.
MRS. H. [Suddenly] Mr. Hornblower, as you fight foul—so shall we.
HILLCRIST. Amy!
MRS. H. [Paying no attention] And it will not be foul play towards you and yours. You are outside the pale.
HORNBLOWER. That's just where I am, outside your pale all round ye. Ye're not long for Deepwater, ma'am. Make your dispositions to go; ye'll be out in six months, I prophesy. And good riddance to the neighbourhood. [They are all down on the level now.]
CHLOE. [Suddenly coming closer to MRS. HILLCRIST] Here are your salts, thank you. Father, can't you——?
HORNBLOWER. [Surprised] Can't I what?