THE BURGLAR. Well, I don't fly in the face of Providence, if that's what you want to know.
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Guinness, you remember this man?
GUINNESS. I should think I do, seeing I was married to him, the blackguard!
HESIONE } [exclaiming { Married to him! LADY UTTERWORD } together] { Guinness!!
THE BURGLAR. It wasn't legal. I've been married to no end of women. No use coming that over me.
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Take him to the forecastle [he flings him to the door with a strength beyond his years].
GUINNESS. I suppose you mean the kitchen. They won't have him there. Do you expect servants to keep company with thieves and all sorts?
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Land-thieves and water-thieves are the same flesh and blood. I'll have no boatswain on my quarter-deck. Off with you both.
THE BURGLAR. Yes, Captain. [He goes out humbly].
MAZZINI. Will it be safe to have him in the house like that?
GUINNESS. Why didn't you shoot him, sir? If I'd known who he was, I'd have shot him myself. [She goes out].
MRS HUSHABYE. Do sit down, everybody. [She sits down on the sofa].
They all move except Ellie. Mazzini resumes his seat. Randall sits down in the window-seat near the starboard door, again making a pendulum of his poker, and studying it as Galileo might have done. Hector sits on his left, in the middle. Mangan, forgotten, sits in the port corner. Lady Utterword takes the big chair. Captain Shotover goes into the pantry in deep abstraction. They all look after him: and Lady Utterword coughs consciously.
