CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. An adventurous life; but what does it end in? Respectability. A ladylike daughter. The language and appearance of a city missionary. Let it be a warning to all of you [he goes out through the garden]. DUNN. I hope nobody here believes that I am a thief, a pirate, or a murderer. Mrs Hushabye, will you excuse me a moment? I must really go and explain. [He follows the captain]. MRS HUSHABYE [as he goes]. It's no use. You'd really better-- [but Dunn has vanished]. We had better all go out and look for some tea. We never have regular tea; but you can always get some when you want: the servants keep it stewing all day. The kitchen veranda is the best place to ask. May I show you? [She goes to the starboard door]. RANDALL [going with her]. Thank you, I don't think I'll take any tea this afternoon. But if you will show me the garden-- MRS HUSHABYE. There's nothing to see in the garden except papa's observatory, and a gravel pit with a cave where he keeps dynamite and things of that sort. However, it's pleasanter out of doors; so come along. RANDALL. Dynamite! Isn't that rather risky? MRS HUSHABYE. Well, we don't sit in the gravel pit when there's a thunderstorm. LADY UTTERORRD. That's something new. What is the dynamite for? HECTOR. To blow up the human race if it goes too far. He is trying to discover a psychic ray that will explode all the explosive at the well of a Mahatma. ELLIE. The captain's tea is delicious, Mr Utterword. MRS HUSHABYE [stopping in the doorway]. Do you mean to say that you've had some of my father's tea? that you got round him before you were ten minutes in the house? ELLIE. I did. MRS HUSHABYE. You little devil! [She goes out with Randall]. MANGAN. Won't you come, Miss Ellie? ELLIE. I'm too tired. I'll take a book up to my room and rest a little. [She goes to the bookshelf]. MANGAN. Right. You can't do better. But I'm disappointed. [He follows Randall and Mrs Hushabye]. Ellie, Hector, and Lady Utterword are left. Hector is close to Lady Utterword. They look at Ellie, waiting for her to go. ELLIE [looking at the title of a book]. Do you like stories of adventure, Lady Utterword? LADY UTTERWORD [patronizingly]. Of course, dear. ELLIE. Then I'll leave you to Mr Hushabye. [She goes out through the hall]. HECTOR. That girl is mad about tales of adventure. The lies I have to tell her! LADY UTTERWORD [not interested in Ellie]. When you saw me what did you mean by saying that you thought, and then stopping short? What did you think? HECTOR [folding his arms and looking down at her magnetically]. May I tell you? LADY UTTERWORD. Of course. HECTOR. It will not sound very civil. I was on the point of saying, "I thought you were a plain woman." LADY UTTERWORD. Oh, for shame, Hector! What right had you to notice whether I am plain or not?