CHLOE. Can't you come to an arrangement?
MRS. H. Just so, Mr. Hornblower. Can't you?
HORNBLOWER. [Looking from one to the other] As we're speakin' out, ma'am, it's your behaviour to my daughter-in-law—who's as good as you—and better, to my thinking—that's more than half the reason why I've bought this property. Ye've fair got my dander up. Now it's no use to bandy words. It's very forgivin' of ye, Chloe, but come along!
MRS. H. Quite seriously, Mr. Hornblower, you had better come to an arrangement.
HORNBLOWER. Mrs. Hillcrist, ladies should keep to their own business.
MRS. H. I will.
HILLCRIST. Amy, do leave it to us men. You young man [He speaks to
ROLF] do you support your father's trick this afternoon?
[JILL looks round at ROLF, who tries to speak, when HORNBLOWER
breaks in.]
HORNBLOWER. My trick? And what dye call it, to try and put me own son against me?
JILL. [To ROLF] Well?