Emily Jane: What do you mean by trespassing on our island?
Macconachie: I live here. It’s my home. You are the trespassers. But you’re very welcome. (With goblin glee.) I’ve been waiting for you, for a long time.
Mr. Balbus: Waiting for us. Nonsense. You don’t know who we are, even.
Macconachie: Oh yes I do. I’ve been watching you for a long time. Especially Emily Jane. I want Emily Jane.
Mrs. Balbus: Want Emily Jane? The idea of such a thing! Go away, Sir, at once.
Macconachie: You think you’re her mother, I suppose? (Addressing Balbus) And you believe yourself to be her father?
Mr. Balbus (with dignity): I certainly do.
Macconachie: But you’re not, you’re not. She’s mine.
Mrs. Balbus (indignantly): Sir! John, don’t listen to a word he says.
Macconachie: You’re all mine. I want you all.