LADY UTTERWORD. Thank you, Hesione; but the influenza is quite cured. The place may be Heartbreak House to you, Miss Dunn, and to this gentleman from the city who seems to have so little self-control; but to me it is only a very ill-regulated and rather untidy villa without any stables. HECTOR. Inhabited by--? ELLIE. A crazy old sea captain and a young singer who adores him. MRS HUSHABYE. A sluttish female, trying to stave off a double chin and an elderly spread, vainly wooing a born soldier of freedom. MAZZINI. Oh, really, Mrs Hushabye-- MANGAN. A member of His Majesty's Government that everybody sets down as a nincompoop: don't forget him, Lady Utterword. LADY UTTERWORD. And a very fascinating gentleman whose chief occupation is to be married to my sister. HECTOR. All heartbroken imbeciles. MAZZINI. Oh no. Surely, if I may say so, rather a favorable specimen of what is best in our English culture. You are very charming people, most advanced, unprejudiced, frank, humane, unconventional, democratic, free-thinking, and everything that is delightful to thoughtful people. MRS HUSHABYE. You do us proud, Mazzini. MAZZINI. I am not flattering, really. Where else could I feel perfectly at ease in my pyjamas? I sometimes dream that I am in very distinguished society, and suddenly I have nothing on but my pyjamas! Sometimes I haven't even pyjamas. And I always feel overwhelmed with confusion. But here, I don't mind in the least: it seems quite natural. LADY UTTERWORD. An infallible sign that you are now not in really distinguished society, Mr Dunn. If you were in my house, you would feel embarrassed. MAZZINI. I shall take particular care to keep out of your house, Lady Utterword. LADY UTTERWORD. You will be quite wrong, Mr Dunn. I should make you very comfortable; and you would not have the trouble and anxiety of wondering whether you should wear your purple and gold or your green and crimson dressing-gown at dinner. You complicate life instead of simplifying it by doing these ridiculous things. ELLIE. Your house is not Heartbreak House: is it, Lady Utterword? HECTOR. Yet she breaks hearts, easy as her house is. That poor devil upstairs with his flute howls when she twists his heart, just as Mangan howls when my wife twists his. LADY UTTERWORD. That is because Randall has nothing to do but have his heart broken. It is a change from having his head shampooed. Catch anyone breaking Hastings' heart! CAPTAIN SHOTOVER. The numskull wins, after all. LADY UTTERWORD. I shall go back to my numskull with the greatest satisfaction when I am tired of you all, clever as you are. MANGAN [huffily]. I never set up to be clever. LADY UTTERWORD. I forgot you, Mr Mangan. MANGAN. Well, I don't see that quite, either. LADY UTTERWORD. You may not be clever, Mr Mangan; but you are successful. MANGAN. But I don't want to be regarded merely as a successful man. I have an imagination like anyone else. I have a presentiment.