othering tyranny. I'll go back to the city,
where I'm respected and made much of.
MRS HUSHABYE. Goodbye, Alf. Think of us sometimes in the city. Think of
Ellie's youth!
ELLIE. Think of Hesione's eyes and hair!
CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Think of this garden in which you are not a dog
barking to keep the truth out!
HECTOR. Think of Lady Utterword's beauty! her good sense! her style!
LADY UTTERWORD. Flatterer. Think, Mr. Mangan, whether you can really do
any better for yourself elsewhere: that is the essential point, isn't
it?
MANGAN [surrendering]. All right: all right. I'm done. Have it your own
way. Only let me alone. I don't know whether I'm on my head or my heels
when you all start on me like this. I'll stay. I'll marry her. I'll do
anything for a quiet life. Are you satisfied now?
ELLIE. No. I never really intended to make you marry me, Mr Mangan.
Never in the depths of my soul. I only wanted to feel my strength: to
know that you could not escape if I chose to take you.
MANGAN [indignantly]. What! Do you mean to say you are going to throw me
over after my acting so handsome?
LADY UTTERWORD. I should not be too hasty, Miss Dunn. You can throw
Mr Mangan over at any time up to the last moment. Very few men in his
position go bankrupt. You can live very comfortably on his reputation
for immense wealth.
ELLIE. I cannot commit bigamy, Lady Utterword.
MRS HUSHABYE. { Bigamy! Whatever on earth are
you talking about, Ellie?
LADY UTTERWORD [exclaiming altogether { Bigamy! What do you mean, Miss
Dunn?
MANGAN { Bigamy! Do you mean to say
you're married already?
HECTOR { Bigamy! This is some enigma.
ELLIE. Only half an hour ago I became Captain Shotover's white wife.
MRS HUSHABYE. Ellie! What nonsense! Where?
ELLIE. In heaven, where all true marriages are made.
LADY UTTERWORD. Really, Miss Dunn! Really, papa!
MANGAN. He told me I was too old! And him a mummy!
HECTOR [quoting Shelley].
"Their altar the grassy earth outspreads
And their priest the muttering wind."
ELLIE. Yes: I, Ellie Dunn, give my broken heart and my strong sound soul
to its natural captain, my spiritual husband and second father.
She draws the captain's arm through hers, and pats his hand. The captain
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