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to　be　discussed　like　this　before　everybody？

LADY　UTTERWORD。　I　don't　think　Randall　is　listening　now。

MANGAN。　Everybody　is　listening。　It　isn't　right。

MRS　HUSHABYE。　But　in　the　dark；　what　does　it　matter？　Ellie　doesn't
mind。　Do　you；　Ellie？

ELLIE。　Not　in　the　least。　What　is　your　opinion；　Lady　Utterword？
You　have　so　much　good　sense。

MANGAN。　But　it　isn't　right。　It＇Mrs　Hushabye　puts　her　hand　on
his　mouth＇。　Oh；　very　well。

LADY　UTTERWORD。　How　much　money　have　you；　Mr。　Mangan？

MANGAN。　ReallyNo：　I　can't　stand　this。

LADY　UTTERWORD。　Nonsense；　Mr　Mangan！　It　all　turns　on　your　income；
doesn't　it？

MANGAN。　Well；　if　you　come　to　that；　how　much　money　has　she？

ELLIE。　None。

LADY　UTTERWORD。　You　are　answered；　Mr　Mangan。　And　now；　as　you　have
made　Miss　Dunn　throw　her　cards　on　the　table；　you　cannot　refuse　to
show　your　own。

MRS　HUSHABYE。　Come；　Alf！　out　with　it！　How　much？

MANGAN　＇baited　out　of　all　prudence＇。　Well；　if　you　want　to　know；　I
have　no　money　and　never　had　any。

MRS　HUSHABYE。　Alfred；　you　mustn't　tell　naughty　stories。

MANGAN。　I'm　not　telling　you　stories。　I'm　telling　you　the　raw
truth。

LADY　UTTERWORD。　Then　what　do　you　live　on；　Mr　Mangan？

MANGAN。　Travelling　expenses。　And　a　trifle　of　commission。

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　What　more　have　any　of　us　but　travelling
expenses　for　our　life's　journey？

MRS　HUSHABYE。　But　you　have　factories　and　capital　and　things？

MANGAN。　People　think　I　have。　People　think　I'm　an　industrial
Napoleon。　That's　why　Miss　Ellie　wants　to　marry　me。　But　I　tell　you
I　have　nothing。

ELLIE。　Do　you　mean　that　the　factories　are　like　Marcus's　tigers？
That　they　don't　exist？

MANGAN。　They　exist　all　right　enough。　But　they're　not　mine。　They
belong　to　syndicates　and　shareholders　and　all　sorts　of　lazy
good…for…nothing　capitalists。　I　get　money　from　such　people　to
start　the　factories。　I　find　people　like　Miss　Dunn's　father　to
work　them；　and　keep　a　tight　hand　so　as　to　make　them　pay。　Of
course　I　make　them　keep　me　going　pretty　well；　but　it's　a　dog's
life；　and　I　don't　own　anything。

MRS　HUSHABYE。　Alfred；　Alfred；　you　are　making　a　poor　mouth　of　it
to　get　out　of　marrying　Ellie。

MANGAN。　I'm　telling　the　truth　about　my　money　for　the　first　time
in　my　life；　and　it's　the　first　time　my　word　has　ever　been
doubted。

LADY　UTTERWORD。　How　sad！　Why　don't　you　go　in　for　politics；　Mr
Mangan？

MANGAN。　Go　in　for　politics！　Where　have　you　been　living？　I　am　in
politics。

LADY　UTTERWORD。　I'm　sure　I　beg　your　pardon。　I　never　heard　of　you。

MANGAN。　Let　me　tell　you；　Lady　Utterword；　that　the　Prime　Minister
of　this　country　asked　me　to　join　the　Government　without　even
going　through　the　nonsense　of　an　election；　as　the　dictator　of　a
great　public　department。

LADY　UTTERWORD。　As　a　Conservative　or　a　Liberal？

MANGAN。　No　such　nonsense。　As　a　practical　business　man。　＇They　all
burst　out　laughing＇。　What　are　you　all　laughing　at？

MRS　HUSHARYE。　Oh；　Alfred；　Alfred！

ELLIE。　You！　who　have　to　get　my　father　to　do　everything　for　you！

MRS　HUSHABYE。　You！　who　are　afraid　of　your　own　workmen！

HECTOR。　You！　with　whom　three　women　have　been　playing　cat　and
mouse　all　the　evening！

LADY　UTTERWORD。　You　must　have　given　an　immense　sum　to　the　party
funds；　Mr　Mangan。

MANGAN。　Not　a　penny　out　of　my　own　pocket。　The　syndicate　found　the
money：　they　knew　how　useful　I　should　be　to　them　in　the
Government。

LADY　UTTERWORD。　This　is　most　interesting　and　unexpected；　Mr
Mangan。　And　what　have　your　administrative　achievements　been；　so
far？

MANGAN。　Achievements？　Well；　I　don't　know　what　you　call
achievements；　but　I've　jolly　well　put　a　stop　to　the　games　of　the
other　fellows　in　the　other　departments。　Every　man　of　them　thought
he　was　going　to　save　the　country　all　by　himself；　and　do　me　out　of
the　credit　and　out　of　my　chance　of　a　title。　I　took　good　care　that
if　they　wouldn't　let　me　do　it　they　shouldn't　do　it　themselves
either。　I　may　not　know　anything　about　my　own　machinery；　but　I
know　how　to　stick　a　ramrod　into　the　other　fellow's。　And　now　they
all　look　the　biggest　fools　going。

HECTOR。　And　in　heaven's　name；　what　do　you　look　like？

MANGAN。　I　look　like　the　fellow　that　was　too　clever　for　all　the
others；　don't　I？　If　that　isn't　a　triumph　of　practical　business；
what　is？

HECTOR。　Is　this　England；　or　is　it　a　madhouse？

LADY　UTTERWORD。　Do　you　expect　to　save　the　country；　Mr　Mangan？

MANGAN。　Well；　who　else　will？　Will　your　Mr　Randall　save　it？

LADY　UTTERWORD。　Randall　the　rotter！　Certainly　not。

MANGAN。　Will　your　brother…in…law　save　it　with　his　moustache　and
his　fine　talk？

HECTOR。　Yes；　if　they　will　let　me。

MANGAN　＇sneering＇。　Ah！　Will　they　let　you？

HECTOR。　No。　They　prefer　you。

MANGAN。　Very　well　then；　as　you're　in　a　world　where　I'm
appreciated　and　you're　not；　you'd　best　be　civil　to　me；　hadn't
you？　Who　else　is　there　but　me？

LADY　UTTERWORD。　There　is　Hastings。　Get　rid　of　your　ridiculous
sham　democracy；　and　give　Hastings　the　necessary　powers；　and　a
good　supply　of　bamboo　to　bring　the　British　native　to　his　senses：
he　will　save　the　country　with　the　greatest　ease。

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　It　had　better　be　lost。　Any　fool　can　govern　with
a　stick　in　his　hand。　I　could　govern　that　way。　It　is　not　God's
way。　The　man　is　a　numskull。

LADY　UTTERWORD。　The　man　is　worth　all　of　you　rolled　into　one。　What
do　you　say；　Miss　Dunn？

ELLIE。　I　think　my　father　would　do　very　well　if　people　did　not　put
upon　him　and　cheat　him　and　despise　him　because　he　is　so　good。

MANGAN　＇contemptuously＇。　I　think　I　see　Mazzini　Dunn　getting　into
parliament　or　pushing　his　way　into　the　Government。　We've　not　come
to　that　yet；　thank　God！　What　do　you　say；　Mrs　Hushabye？

MRS　HUSHABYE。　Oh；　I　say　it　matters　very　little　which　of　you
governs　the　country　so　long　as　we　govern　you。

HECTOR。　We？　Who　is　we；　pray？

MRS　HUSHABYE。　The　devil's　granddaughters；　dear。　The　lovely　women。

HECTOR　＇raising　his　hands　as　before＇。　Fall；　I　say；　and　deliver　us
from　the　lures　of　Satan！

ELLIE。　There　seems　to　be　nothing　real　in　the　world　except　my
father　and　Shakespeare。　Marcus's　tigers　are　false；　Mr　Mangan's
millions　are　false；　there　is　nothing　really　strong　and　true　about
Hesione　but　her　beautiful　black　hair；　and　Lady　Utterword's　is　too
pretty　to　be　real。　The　one　thing　that　was　left　to　me　was　the
Captain's　seventh　degree　of　concentration；　and　that　turns　out　to
be

CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER。　Rum。

LADY　UTTERWORD　＇placidly＇。　A　good　deal　of　my　hair　is　quite
genuine。　The　Duchess　of　Dithering　offered　me　fifty　guineas　for
this　＇touching　her　forehead＇　under　the　impression　that　it　was　a
transformation；　but　it　is　all　natural　except　the　color。

MANGAN　＇wildly＇。　Look　here：　I'm　going　to　take　off　all　my　clothes
＇he　begins　tearing　off　his　coat＇。

LADY　UTTERWORD。　　｝　　　　＇in　　　　　｛　Mr。　Mangan！
CAPTAIN　SHOTOVER　｝　consterna…　｛　What's　that？
HECTOR。　　　　　　　　　　｝　　　　tion＇　　　｛　Ha！　Ha！　Do。　Do
ELLIE　　　　　　　　　　　　｝　　　　　　　　　　　　｛　Please　don't。

MRS　HUSHABYE　＇catching　his　arm　and　stopping　him＇。　Alfred；　for
shame！　Are　you　mad？

MANGAN。　Shame！　What　shame　is　there　in　this　house？　Let's　all　strip
stark　naked。　We　may　as　well　do　the　thing　thoroughly　when　we're
about　it。　We've　stripped　ourselves　morally　naked：　well；　let　us
strip　ourselves　physically　naked　as　well；　and　see　how　we　like