96
Heartbreak House
MRS HUSHABYE
. What will they do to him?
THE BURGLAR
. Ten years. Beginning with solitary. Ten
years off my life. I shan’t serve it all: I’m too old. It will see
me out.
LADY UTTERWORD
. You should have thought of that
before you stole my diamonds.
THE BURGLAR
. Well, you’ve
got them back, lady, haven’t
you? Can you give me back the years of my life you are going
to take from me?
MRS HUSHABYE
. Oh, we can’t bury a man alive for ten
years for a few diamonds.
THE BURGLAR
. Ten little shining diamonds! Ten long
black years!
LADY UTTERWORD
. Think of what it is for us to be
dragged through the horrors of a criminal court, and have
all our family affairs in the papers!
If you were a native, and
Hastings could order you a good beating and send you away,
I shouldn’t mind; but here in England there is no real pro-
tection for any respectable person.
THE BURGLAR
. I’m too old to be giv a hiding, lady. Send
for the police and have done with it. It’s only just and right
you should.
RANDALL
[
who has relaxed his vigilance on seeing the bur-
glar so pacifically disposed, and comes forward swinging the poker
between his fingers like a well folded umbrella]. It is neither
just nor right that we should be put to a lot of inconvenience
to gratify your moral enthusiasm, my friend. You had better
get out, while you have the chance.
THE BURGLAR
[
inexorably]. No.
I must work my sin off
my conscience. This has come as a sort of call to me. Let me
spend the rest of my life repenting in a cell. I shall have my
reward above.
MANGAN
[
exasperated]. The very burglars can’t behave natu-
rally in this house.
HECTOR
. My good sir, you must work out your salvation
at somebody else’s expense. Nobody here is going to charge
you.
THE BURGLAR
. Oh, you won’t charge me, won’t you?
HECTOR
. No. I’m sorry to be inhospitable; but will you
kindly leave the house?