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and　he'll　catch　cold　＇she　makes　for　the　door　leading　to　the
hall＇。

LADY　UTTERWORD。　Your　husband　is　quite　charming；　darling。　He　has
actually　condescended　to　kiss　me　at　last。　I　shall　go　into　the
garden：　it's　cooler　now　＇she　goes　out　by　the　port　door＇。

MRS　HUSHABYE。　Take　care；　dear　child。　I　don't　believe　any　man　can
kiss　Addy　without　falling　in　love　with　her。　＇She　goes　into　the
hall＇。

HECTOR　＇striking　himself　on　the　chest＇。　Fool！　Goat！

Mrs　Hushabye　comes　back　with　the　captain's　cap。

HECTOR。　Your　sister　is　an　extremely　enterprising　old　girl。
Where's　Miss　Dunn！

MRS　HUSHABYE。　Mangan　says　she　has　gone　up　to　her　room　for　a　nap。
Addy　won't　let　you　talk　to　Ellie：　she　has　marked　you　for　her　own。

HECTOR。　She　has　the　diabolical　family　fascination。　I　began　making
love　to　her　automatically。　What　am　I　to　do？　I　can't　fall　in　love；
and　I　can't　hurt　a　woman's　feelings　by　telling　her　so　when　she
falls　in　love　with　me。　And　as　women　are　always　falling　in　love
with　my　moustache　I　get　landed　in　all　sorts　of　tedious　and
terrifying　flirtations　in　which　I'm　not　a　bit　in　earnest。

MRS　HUSHABYE。　Oh；　neither　is　Addy。　She　has　never　been　in　love　in
her　life；　though　she　has　always　been　trying　to　fall　in　head　over
ears。　She　is　worse　than　you；　because　you　had　one　real　go　at
least；　with　me。

HECTOR。　That　was　a　confounded　madness。　I　can't　believe　that　such
an　amazing　experience　is　common。　It　has　left　its　mark　on　me。　I
believe　that　is　why　I　have　never　been　able　to　repeat　it。

MRS　HUSHABYE　＇laughing　and　caressing　his　arm＇。　We　were
frightfully　in　love　with　one　another；　Hector。　It　was　such　an
enchanting　dream　that　I　have　never　been　able　to　grudge　it　to　you
or　anyone　else　since。　I　have　invited　all　sorts　of　pretty　women　to
the　house　on　the　chance　of　giving　you　another　turn。　But　it　has
never　come　off。

HECTOR。　I　don't　know　that　I　want　it　to　come　off。　It　was　damned
dangerous。　You　fascinated　me；　but　I　loved　you；　so　it　was　heaven。
This　sister　of　yours　fascinates　me；　but　I　hate　her；　so　it　is
hell。　I　shall　kill　her　if　she　persists。

MRS。　HUSHABYE。　Nothing　will　kill　Addy；　she　is　as　strong　as　a
horse。　＇Releasing　him＇。　Now　I　am　going　off　to　fascinate　somebody。

HECTOR。　The　Foreign　Office　toff？　Randall？

MRS　HUSHABYE。　Goodness　gracious；　no！　Why　should　I　fascinate　him？

HECTOR。　I　presume　you　don't　mean　the　bloated　capitalist；　Mangan？

MRS　HUSHABYE。　Hm！　I　think　he　had　better　be　fascinated　by　me　than
by　Ellie。　＇She　is　going　into　the　garden　when　the　captain　comes　in
from　it　with　some　sticks　in　his　hand＇。　What　have　you　got　there；
daddiest？

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　Dynamite。

MRS　HUSHABYE。　You've　been　to　the　gravel　pit。　Don't　drop　it　about
the　house；　there's　a　dear。　＇She　goes　into　the　garden；　where　the
evening　light　is　now　very　red＇。

HECTOR。　Listen；　O　sage。　How　long　dare　you　concentrate　on　a
feeling　without　risking　having　it　fixed　in　your　consciousness　all
the　rest　of　your　life？

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　Ninety　minutes。　An　hour　and　a　half。　＇He　goes
into　the　pantry＇。

Hector；　left　alone；　contracts　his　brows；　and　falls　into　a
day…dream。　He　does　not　move　for　some　time。　Then　he　folds　his
arms。　Then；　throwing　his　hands　behind　him；　and　gripping　one　with
the　other；　he　strides　tragically　once　to　and　fro。　Suddenly　he
snatches　his　walking　stick　from　the　teak　table；　and　draws　it；　for
it　is　a　swordstick。　He　fights　a　desperate　duel　with　an　imaginary
antagonist；　and　after　many　vicissitudes　runs　him　through　the　body
up　to　the　hilt。　He　sheathes　his　sword　and　throws　it　on　the　sofa；
falling　into　another　reverie　as　he　does　so。　He　looks　straight
into　the　eyes　of　an　imaginary　woman；　seizes　her　by　the　arms；　and
says　in　a　deep　and　thrilling　tone；　〃Do　you　love　me！〃　The　captain
comes　out　of　the　pantry　at　this　moment；　and　Hector；　caught　with
his　arms　stretched　out　and　his　fists　clenched；　has　to　account　for
his　attitude　by　going　through　a　series　of　gymnastic　exercises。

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　That　sort　of　strength　is　no　good。　You　will
never　be　as　strong　as　a　gorilla。

HECTOR。　What　is　the　dynamite　for？

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　To　kill　fellows　like　Mangan。

HECTOR。　No　use。　They　will　always　be　able　to　buy　more　dynamite
than　you。

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　I　will　make　a　dynamite　that　he　cannot　explode。

HECTOR。　And　that　you　can；　eh？

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　Yes：　when　I　have　attained　the　seventh　degree　of
concentration。

HECTOR。　What's　the　use　of　that？　You　never　do　attain　it。

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　What　then　is　to　be　done？　Are　we　to　be　kept
forever　in　the　mud　by　these　hogs　to　whom　the　universe　is　nothing
but　a　machine　for　greasing　their　bristles　and　filling　their
snouts？

HECTOR。　Are　Mangan's　bristles　worse　than　Randall's　lovelocks？

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER；。　We　must　win　powers　of　life　and　death　over　them
both。　I　refuse　to　die　until　I　have　invented　the　means。

HECTOR。　Who　are　we　that　we　should　judge　them？

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　What　are　they　that　they　should　judge　us？　Yet
they　do；　unhesitatingly。　There　is　enmity　between　our　seed　and
their　seed。　They　know　it　and　act　on　it；　strangling　our　souls。
They　believe　in　themselves。　When　we　believe　in　ourselves；　we
shall　kill　them。

HECTOR。　It　is　the　same　seed。　You　forget　that　your　pirate　has　a
very　nice　daughter。　Mangan's　son　may　be　a　Plato：　Randall's　a
Shelley。　What　was　my　father？

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　The　damnedst　scoundrel　I　ever　met。　＇He　replaces
the　drawing…board；　sits　down　at　the　table；　and　begins　to　mix　a
wash　of　color＇。

HECTOR。　Precisely。　Well；　dare　you　kill　his　innocent
grandchildren？

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　They　are　mine　also。

HECTOR。　Just　sowe　are　members　one　of　another。　＇He　throws
himself　carelessly　on　the　sofa＇。　I　tell　you　I　have　often　thought
of　this　killing　of　human　vermin。　Many　men　have　thought　of　it。
Decent　men　are　like　Daniel　in　the　lion's　den：　their　survival　is　a
miracle；　and　they　do　not　always　survive。　We　live　among　the
Mangans　and　Randalls　and　Billie　Dunns　as　they；　poor　devils；　live
among　the　disease　germs　and　the　doctors　and　the　lawyers　and　the
parsons　and　the　restaurant　chefs　and　the　tradesmen　and　the
servants　and　all　the　rest　of　the　parasites　and　blackmailers。　What
are　our　terrors　to　theirs？　Give　me　the　power　to　kill　them；　and
I'll　spare　them　in　sheer

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER　＇cutting　in　sharply＇。　Fellow　feeling？

HECTOR。　No。　I　should　kill　myself　if　I　believed　that。　I　must
believe　that　my　spark；　small　as　it　is；　is　divine；　and　that　the
red　light　over　their　door　is　hell　fire。　I　should　spare　them　in
simple　magnanimous　pity。

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　You　can't　spare　them　until　you　have　the　power
to　kill　them。　At　present　they　have　the　power　to　kill　you。　There
are　millions　of　blacks　over　the　water　for　them　to　train　and　let
loose　on　us。　They're　going　to　do　it。　They're　doing　it　already。

HECTOR。　They　are　too　stupid　to　use　their　power。

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER　＇throwing　down　his　brush　and　coming　to　the　end
of　the　sofa＇。　Do　not　deceive　yourself：　they　do　use　it。　We　kill
the　better　half　of　ourselves　every　day　to　propitiate　them。　The
knowledge　that　these　people　are　there　to　render　all　our
aspirations　barren　prevents　us　having　the　aspirations。　And　when
we　are　tempted　to　seek　their　destruction　they　bring　forth　demons
to　delude　us；　disguised　as　pretty　daughters；　and　singers