THE BURGLAR. I don't set up to be better than my fellow-creatures, and never did, as you well know, Captain. But what I do is innocent and pious. I enquire about for houses where the right sort of people live. I work it on them same as I worked it here. I break into the house; put a few spoons or diamonds in my pocket; make a noise; get caught; and take up a collection. And you wouldn't believe how hard it is to get caught when you're actually trying to. I have knocked over all the chairs in a room without a soul paying any attention to me. In the end I have had to walk out and leave the job. RANDALL. When that happens, do you put back the spoons and diamonds? 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. MRS HUSHABYE. So Billy Dunn was poor nurse's little romance. I knew there had been somebody. RANDALL. They will fight their battles over again and enjoy themselves immensely. LADY UTTERWORD [irritably]. You are not married; and you know nothing about it, Randall. Hold your tongue. RANDALL. Tyrant! MRS HUSHABYE. Well, we have had a very exciting evening. Everything will be an anticlimax after it. We'd better all go to bed. RANDALL. Another burglar may turn up. MAZZINI. Oh, impossible! I hope not. RANDALL. Why not? There is more than one burglar in England. MRS HUSHABYE. What do you say, Alf? MANGAN [huffily]. Oh, I don't matter. I'm forgotten. The burglar has put my nose out of joint. Shove me into a corner and have done with me.