HORNBLOWER. [With a laugh] That's your aristocratic rapier thrust. You aristocrats are very hard people underneath your manners. Ye love to lay a body out. But I've got the future all right.
HILLCRIST. [Meaningly] I've had the Dackmans here, Mr. Hornblower.
HORNBLOWER. Who are they—man with the little spitfire wife?
HILLCRIST. They're very excellent, good people, and they've been in that cottage quietly thirty years.
HORNBLOWER. [Throwing out his forefinger—a favourite gesture] Ah! ye've wanted me to stir ye up a bit. Deepwater needs a bit o' go put into it. There's generally some go where I am. I daresay you wish there'd been no "come." [He laughs].
MRS. H. We certainly like people to keep their word, Mr. Hornblower.
HILLCRIST. Amy!
HORNBLOWER. Never mind, Hillcrist; takes more than that to upset me.
[MRS. HILLCRIST exchanges a look with DAWKER who slips out unobserved.]
HILLCRIST. You promised me, you know, not to change the tenancies.