[Dawker takes them out Right.  Mrs. Hillcrist passes Hornblower
     and goes out at the window.  Hornblower moves down a step or
     two towards Chloe.]

Hornblower.  My God!

Chloe. [With an outburst] Don’t tell Charlie!  Don’t tell Charlie!

Hornblower.  Chearlie!  So, that was your manner of life.

     [Chloe utters a moaning sound.]

So that’s what ye got out of by marryin’ into my family!  Shame on ye, ye Godless thing!

Chloe.  Don’t tell Charlie!

Hornblower.  And that’s all ye can say for the wreck ye’ve wrought. 
My family, my works, my future!  How dared ye!

Chloe.  If you’d been me!——­

Hornblower.  An’ these Hillcrists.  The skin game of it!

Chloe. [Breathless] Father!

Hornblower.  Don’t call me that, woman!

Chloe. [Desperate] I’m going to have a child.

Hornblower.  God!  Ye are!

Chloe.  Your grandchild.  For the sake of it, do what these people want; and don’t tell anyone—­don’t tell Charlie!

Hornblower. [Again wiping his forehead] A secret between us.  I don’t know that I can keep it.  It’s horrible.  Poor Chearlie!

Chloe. [Suddenly fierce] You must keep it, you shall!  I won’t have him told.  Don’t make me desperate!  I can be—­I didn’t live that life for nothing.

Hornblower. [Staring at her resealed in a new light] Ay; ye look a strange, wild woman, as I see ye.  And we thought the world of ye!

Chloe.  I love Charlie; I’m faithful to him.  I can’t live without him.  You’ll never forgive me, I know; but Charlie——! [Stretching out her hands.]

     [Hornblower makes a bewildered gesture with his large hands.]

Hornblower.  I’m all at sea here.  Go out to the car and wait for me.

     [Chloe passes him and goes out, Left.]

[Muttering to himself] So I’m down!  Me enemies put their heels upon me head!  Ah! but we’ll see yet!

     [He goes up to the window and beckons towards the Right.]

     [Mrs. Hillcrist comes in.]

What d’ye want for this secret?

Mrs. H. Nothing.

Hornblower.  Indeed!  Wonderful!—­the trouble ye’ve taken for—­ nothing.

Mrs. H. If you harm us we shall harm you.  Any use whatever of the
Centry.

Hornblower.  For which ye made me pay nine thousand five hundred pounds.

Mrs. H. We will buy it from you.

Hornblower.  At what price?

Mrs. H. The Centry at the price Miss Muffins would have taken at first, and Longmeadow at the price you—­gave us—­four thousand five hundred altogether.