Lady C. (indifferently) Very.
Contareen. (artfully) Old friend of mine—and I fancy that she—she—you see—well, I—and I rather want to—eh, don't you think?
Lady C. (clapping her hands) Admirable! Oh, I'm so glad!
Contareen. (quickly) Nothing done yet, of course! There still is time—
Lady C. Time?
Contareen. My visit to-day is merely a kind of—whistle, you know. 'Bout ship, eh? You don't mind?
Lady C. Mind? I! My dear Lord Contareen, I assure you—
Contareen. You've no objection, I mean, to my going down there?
Lady C. Far from it! Indeed, I should most strongly recommend a change of scene. (rise and away R.)