Mrs Hushabye comes back. MRS HUSHABYE. How do you do? How good of you to come! THE GENTLEMAN. I am very glad indeed to make your acquaintance, Hesione. [Instead of taking her hand he kisses her. At the same moment the captain appears in the doorway]. You will excuse my kissing your daughter, Captain, when I tell you that-- CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Stuff! Everyone kisses my daughter. Kiss her as much as you like [he makes for the pantry]. THE GENTLEMAN. Thank you. One moment, Captain. [The captain halts and turns. The gentleman goes to him affably]. Do you happen to remember but probably you don't, as it occurred many years ago-- that your younger daughter married a numskull? CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. Yes. She said she'd marry anybody to get away from this house. I should not have recognized you: your head is no longer like a walnut. Your aspect is softened. You have been boiled in bread and milk for years and years, like other married men. Poor devil! [He disappears into the pantry]. MRS HUSHABYE [going past Mangan to the gentleman and scrutinizing him]. I don't believe you are Hastings Utterword. THE GENTLEMAN. I am not. MRS HUSHABYE. Then what business had you to kiss me? THE GENTLEMAN. I thought I would like to. The fact is, I am Randall Utterword, the unworthy younger brother of Hastings. I was abroad diplomatizing when he was married. LADY UTTERWORD [dashing in]. Hesione, where is the key of the wardrobe in my room? My diamonds are in my dressing-bag: I must lock it up--[recognizing the stranger with a shock] Randall, how dare you? [She marches at him past Mrs Hushabye, who retreats and joins Mangan near the sofa]. RANDALL. How dare I what? I am not doing anything. LADY UTTERWORD. Who told you I was here? RANDALL. Hastings. You had just left when I called on you at Claridge's; so I followed you down here. You are looking extremely well. LADY UTTERWORD. Don't presume to tell me so. MRS HUSHABYE. What is wrong with Mr Randall, Addy? LADY UTTERWORD [recollecting herself]. Oh, nothing. But he has no right to come bothering you and papa without being invited [she goes to the window-seat and sits down, turning away from them ill-humoredly and looking into the garden, where Hector and Ellie are now seen strolling together]. MRS HUSHABYE. I think you have not met Mr Mangan, Addy. LADY UTTERWORD [turning her head and nodding coldly to Mangan]. I beg your pardon. Randall, you have flustered me so: I make a perfect fool of myself. MRS HUSHABYE. Lady Utterword. My sister. My younger sister. MANGAN [bowing]. Pleased to meet you, Lady Utterword. LADY UTTERWORD [with marked interest]. Who is that gentleman walking in the garden with Miss Dunn? MRS HUSHABYE. I don't know. She quarrelled mortally with my husband only ten minutes ago; and I didn't know anyone else had come. It must be a visitor. [She goes to the window to look]. Oh, it is Hector. They've made it up. LADY UTTERWORD. Your husband! That handsome man?