Goes to PIKE.]
HAWCASTLE. There is another matter--
[PIKE stands examining envelope of the letter in profound thought.]
I fear I do not have your attention.
[MARIANO goes into the hotel.]
PIKE [looking up]. Go ahead!
HAWCASTLE. There is _another_ matter to which I may wish to call your
attention.
PIKE [genially]. Oh, I'll talk about anything _else_ with you.
HAWCASTLE [suavely]. This is a question distinctly different
[with a glance at the hotel, his voice growing somewhat
threatening]--distinctly!
[ETHEL enters from the hotel.]
ETHEL [to HAWCASTLE, in a troubled voice]. You wished me to come here.
HAWCASTLE [going to her and taking her hand]. My child, I wish you to
have another chat with our strangely prejudiced friend on the subject so
near to all our hearts. And I wish to tell you that I see light
breaking through our clouds. Even if he prove obdurate, do not be
downcast--all will be well.
[Turns and goes out into the garden, his voice coming back in benign,
fatherly tones.]
All will be well!
[PIKE stands regarding ETHEL, who does not look up at him.]
PIKE [gently]. I'm glad you've come, Miss Ethel. I've got something here
I want to read to you.
ETHEL [coldly]. I did not come to hear you read.
PIKE. When I got your letter at home I wrote to Jim Cooley, our
vice-consul at London, to look up the records of these Hawcastle folks
and write to me here about how they stand in their own community.
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