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Heartbreak House
MRS HUSHABYE
. Wait a bit. [
To Mazzini]. You say he is
all right for eighteen hours?
MAZZINI
. Well, I was asleep for eighteen hours.
MRS HUSHABYE
. Were you any the worse for it?
MAZZINI
. I don’t quite remember. They had poured brandy
down my throat, you see; and—
MRS HUSHABYE
. Quite. Anyhow, you survived. Nurse,
darling: go and ask Miss Dunn to come to us here. Say I
want to speak to her particularly. You
will find her with Mr
Hushabye probably.
GUINNESS
. I think not, ducky: Miss Addy is with him.
But I’ll find her and send her to you. [
She goes out into the
garden].
MRS HUSHABYE
[
calling Mazzini’s attention to the figure
on the chair]. Now, Mr Dunn, look. Just look. Look hard.
Do you still intend to sacrifice your daughter to that thing?
MAZZINI
[
troubled]. You have completely upset me, Mrs
Hushabye, by all you have said to me. That anyone could
imagine that I—I, a consecrated soldier of freedom, if I may
say so—could sacrifice Ellie to anybody or anyone, or that I
should ever have dreamed of forcing her inclinations in any
way, is a most painful blow to my—well,
I suppose you would
say to my good opinion of myself.
MRS HUSHABYE
[
rather stolidly]. Sorry.
MAZZINI
[
looking forlornly at the body]. What is your ob-
jection to poor Mangan, Mrs Hushabye? He looks all right
to me. But then I am so accustomed to him.
MRS HUSHABYE
. Have you no heart? Have you no sense?
Look at the brute! Think of poor weak innocent Ellie in the
clutches of this slavedriver, who
spends his life making thou-
sands of rough violent workmen bend to his will and sweat
for him: a man accustomed to have great masses of iron beaten
into shape for him by steam-hammers! to fight with women
and girls over a halfpenny an hour ruthlessly! a captain of
industry, I think you call him, don’t you? Are you going to
fling your delicate, sweet, helpless child into such a beast’s
claws just because he will keep her in an expensive house
and make her wear diamonds to show how rich he is?
MAZZINI
[
staring at her in wide-eyed amazement]. Bless you,
dear Mrs Hushabye, what romantic ideas of business you
have! Poor dear Mangan isn’t a bit like that.
MRS HUSHABYE
[
scornfully]. Poor dear Mangan indeed!
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MAZZINI
. But he doesn’t know anything about machin-
ery. He never goes near the men: he couldn’t manage them:
he is afraid of them. I never can get him to take the least
interest in the works: he hardly knows more about them than
you do. People are cruelly unjust to Mangan: they think he
is all rugged strength just because his manners are bad.
MRS HUSHABYE
. Do you mean to tell me he isn’t
strong
enough to crush poor little Ellie?
MAZZINI
. Of course it’s very hard to say how any marriage
will turn out; but speaking for myself, I should say that he
won’t have a dog’s chance against Ellie. You know, Ellie has
remarkable strength of character. I think it is because I taught
her to like Shakespeare when she was very young.
MRS HUSHABYE
[
contemptuously]. Shakespeare! The next
thing you will tell me is that you could have made a great
deal more money than Mangan. [
She retires to the sofa, and
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