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.

Hornblower.  A fine price, and me six thousand out of pocket.  Na, no!  I’ll keep it and hold it over ye.  Ye daren’t tell this secret so long as I’ve got it.

Mrs. H. No, Mr. Hornblower.  On second thoughts, you must sell.  You broke your word over the Jackmans.  We can’t trust you.  We would rather have our place here ruined at once, than leave you the power to ruin it as and when you like.  You will sell us the Centry and Longmeadow now, or you know what will happen.

Hornblower. [Writhing] I’ll not.  It’s blackmail.

Mrs. H. Very well then!  Go your own way and we’ll go ours.  There is no witness to this conversation.

Hornblower. [Venomously] By heaven, ye’re a clever woman.  Will ye swear by Almighty God that you and your family, and that agent of yours, won’t breathe a word of this shockin’ thing to mortal soul.