Contareen. (cunningly, down L. to C.) And of actors, Lady Claude, eh, of actors? Ha, ha! I'm anxious of course, that you shouldn't think me—(he pauses)
Lady C. (Impatiently, sit on sofa R.) Think you what, Lord Contareen?
Contareen. Not regard it as sudden, eh? Too abrupt and that sort of thing?
Lady C. On the contrary, I shall be delighted!
Contareen. (R. C. disconcerted) Oh! delighted!
Lady C. I assure you! I have the greatest respect for Lady Gladys—
Contareen. Muriel, Muriel—not Gladys—
Lady C. Your pardon—I should have said Lady Muriel. Let me declare to you, most earnestly and sincerely, that you have my very best wishes for your success.
Contareen. Of course I've said nothing yet—but once down there—weak man, charming woman—
Lady C. Let us know as soon as it's settled! And I will congratulate you, with my whole heart! Believe it, Lord Contareen!