JILL. There isn't another side to turning out the Jackmans after you'd promised. HORNBLOWER. Oh! dear me, yes. They don't matter a row of gingerbread to the schemes I've got for betterin' this neighbourhood. JILL. I had been standing up for you; now I won't. HOUNBLOWER. Dear, dear! What'll become of me? JILL. I won't say anything about the other thing because I think it's beneath, dignity to notice it. But to turn poor people out of their cottages is a shame. HORNBLOWER. Hoity me! ROLF. [Suddenly] You haven't been doing that, father? CHARLES. Shut up, Rolf! HORNBLOWER. [Turning on ROLF] Ha! Here's a league o' Youth! My young whipper-snapper, keep your mouth shut and leave it to your elders to know what's right. [Under the weight of this rejoinder ROLF stands biting his lips. Then he throws his head up.] ROLF. I hate it! HORNBLOWER. [With real venom] Oh! Ye hate it? Ye can get out of my house, then. JILL. Free speech, Mr. Hornblower; don't be violent. HORNBLOWER. Ye're right, young lady. Ye can stay in my house, Rolf, and learn manners. Come, Chearlie! JILL. [Quite softly] Mr. Hornblower! HILLCRIST. [From the window] Jill! JILL. [Impatiently] Well, what's the good of it? Life's too short for rows, and too jolly! ROLF. Bravo! HORNBLOWER. [Who has shown a sign of weakening] Now, look here! I will not have revolt in my family. Ye'll just have to learn that a man who's worked as I have, who's risen as I have, and who knows the world, is the proper judge of what's right and wrong. I'll answer to God for me actions, and not to you young people. JILL. Poor God! HORNBLOWER. [Genuinely shocked] Ye blasphemous young thing! [To ROLF] And ye're just as bad, ye young freethinker. I won't have it. HILLCRIST. [Who has come down, Right] Jill, I wish you would kindly not talk. JILL. I can't help it. CHARLES. [Putting his arm through HORNBLOWER'S] Come along, father! Deeds, not words. HORNBLOWER. Ay! Deeds! [MRS. HILLCRIST and DAWKERS have entered by the French window.] MRS. H. Quite right! [They all turn and look at her.] HORNBLOWER. Ah! So ye put your dog on to it. [He throws out his finger at DAWKERS] Very smart, that--I give ye credit. MRS. H. [Pointing to CHLOE, who has stood by herself, forgotten and uncomfortable throughout the scene] May I ask who this lady is? [CHLOE turns round startled, and her vanity bag slips down her dress to the floor.] HORNBLOWER. No, ma'am, ye may not, for ye know perfectly well. JILL. I brought her in, mother [She moves to CHLOE's side.] MRS. H. Will you take her out again, then. HILLCRIST. Amy, have the goodness to remember---- MRS. H. That this is my house so far as ladies are concerned. JILL. Mother! [She looks astonished at CHLOE, who, about to speak, does not, passing her eyes, with a queer, half-scarred expression, from MRS. HILLCRIST to DAWKER.]