The Man from Home eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 105 pages of information about The Man from Home.

The Man from Home eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 105 pages of information about The Man from Home.

HORACE.  Then as soon as the settlement is arranged.  It’ll take about all your share of the estate, sis, but it’s worth it—­a hundred and fifty thousand pounds.

ETHEL [earnestly].  What better use could be made of a fortune than to maintain the state and high condition of so ancient a house?

HORACE.  Doesn’t it seem impossible that we were born in Indiana!

[He speaks seriously, as if the thing were incredible.]

ETHEL [smiling].  But isn’t it good that the pater “made his pile,” as the Americans say, and let us come over here when we were young to find the nobler things, Hoddy—­the nobler things!

HORACE.  The nobler things—­the nobler things, sis.  When old Hawcastle dies I’ll be saying, quite off-hand, you know, “My sister, the Countess of Hawcastle—­”

ETHEL [thoughtfully].  You don’t suppose that father’s friend, my guardian, this old Mr. Pike, will be—­will be QUEER, do you?

HORACE.  Well, the governor himself was rather raw, you know.  This is probably a harmless enough old chap—­easy to handle—­

ETHEL.  I wish I knew.  I shouldn’t like Almeric’s family to think we had queer connections of any sort—­and he might turn out to be quite shockingly American [with genuine pathos].  I—­I couldn’t bear it, Hoddy.

HORACE.  Then keep him out of the way.  That’s simple enough.  None of them, except the solicitor, need see him.

[Instantly upon this there is a tremendous though distant commotion beyond the hotel—­wild laughter and cheers, the tarantella played by mandolins and guitars, also sung, shouts of “Bravo Americano!” and “Yanka Dooda!” The noise continues and increases gradually.]

ETHEL [as the uproar begins].  What is that?

HORACE.  Must be a mob.

[LADY CREECH, flustered and hot, enters from the hotel.  She is a haughty, cross-looking woman in the sixties.]

ETHEL [going to LADY CREECH, speaks close to her ear and loudly].  Lady
Creech—­dear Lady Creech—­what is the trouble?

LADY CREECH.  Some horrible people coming to this hotel!  They’ve made a riot in the village.

[The noise becomes suddenly louder.  MARIANO, immediately upon LADY CREECH’S entrance, appears in hotel doors, makes a quick gesture toward breakfast-table, and withdraws.]

[MICHELE, laughing, immediately enters by same doors, goes rapidly to the breakfast-table and clears it.  The others pay no attention to this.]

HORACE [at steps up left].  It’s not a riot—­it’s a revolution.

LADY CREECH [sinking into a chair, angrily].  One of your horrid fellow-countrymen, my dear.  Your Americans are really too—­

ETHEL [proudly].  Not my Americans, Lady Creech!

HORACE.  Not ours, you know.  One could hardly say that, could one?

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