LORD BROCKLEHURST. Never heard of him. (CRICHTON again bows.) LADY BROCKLEHURST (who has not heard of him either). I think you were not the only servant wrecked? CRICHTON. There was a young woman, my lady. LADY BROCKLEHURST. I want to see her. (CRICHTON bows, but remains.) Fetch her up. (He goes.) LORD BROCKLEHURST (almost standing up to his mother). This is scandalous. LADY BROCKLEHURST (defining her position). I am a mother. (CATHERINE and AGATHA enter in dazzling confections, and quake in secret to find themselves practically alone with LADY BROCKLEHURST.) (Even as she greets them.) How d’you do, Catherine--Agatha? You didn’t dress like this on the island, I expect! By the way, how did you dress? (They have thought themselves prepared, but--) AGATHA. Not--not so well, of course, but quite the same idea. (They are relieved by the arrival of TREHERNE, who is in clerical dress.) LADY BROCKLEHURST. How do you do, Mr. Treherne? There is not so much of you in the book as I had hoped. TREHERNE (modestly). There wasn’t very much of me on the island, Lady Brocklehurst. LADY BROCKLEHURST. How d’ye mean? (He shrugs his honest shoulders.) LORD BROCKLEHURST. I hear you have got a living, Treherne. Congratulations. TREHERNE. Thanks. LORD BROCKLEHURST. Is it a good one? TREHERNE. So--so. They are rather weak in bowling, but it’s a good bit of turf. (Confidence is restored by the entrance of ERNEST, who takes in the situation promptly, and, of course, knows he is a match for any old lady.) ERNEST (with ease). How do you do, Lady Brocklehurst. LADY BROCKLEHURST. Our brilliant author! ERNEST (impervious to satire). Oh, I don’t know. LADY BROCKLEHURST. It is as engrossing, Mr. Woolley, as if it were a work of fiction. ERNEST (suddenly uncomfortable). Thanks, awfully. (Recovering.) The fact is--(He is puzzled by seeing the Brocklehurst family exchange meaning looks.) CATHERINE (to the rescue). Lady Brocklehurst, Mr. Treherne and I--we are engaged. AGATHA. And Ernest and I. LADY BROCKLEHURST (grimly). I see, my dears; thought it wise to keep the island in the family. (An awkward moment this for the entrance of LORD LOAM and LADY MARY, who, after a private talk upstairs, are feeling happy and secure.) LORD LOAM (with two hands for his distinguished guest). Aha! ha, ha! younger than any of them, Emily. LADY BROCKLEHURST. Flatterer. (To LADY MARY.) You seem in high spirits, Mary. LADY MARY (gaily). I am. LADY BROCKLEHURST (with a significant glance at LORD BROCKLEHURST). After-- LADY MARY. I--I mean. The fact is-- (Again that disconcerting glance between the Countess and her son.) LORD LOAM (humorously). She hears wedding bells, Emily, ha, ha! LADY BROCKLEHURST (coldly). Do you, Mary? Can’t say I do; but I’m hard of hearing. LADY MARY (instantly her match). If you don’t, Lady Brocklehurst, I’m sure I don’t. LORD LOAM (nervously). Tut, tut. Seen our curios from the island, Emily; I should like you to examine them.