Lady C. (rise) How could you imagine that such an inane, idiotic creature as that—
Mollen. It is certainly strange that he should go to Pentruddock. Your resentment is justified.
Lady C. (up R. and across back of table to down L. C. scornfully) Resentment!
Mollen. I shouldn't be in the least surprised if Lady Muriel secured him!
Lady C. Oh, she may have him, with all my heart, and all my sympathy too!
Mollen. (slyly) Of course, my dear, I'm aware that you don't care for him. How could you?
Lady C. (down L. smiling in spite of herself) You refuse to believe me? I cannot convince you?
Mollen. (stroking her condescendingly) My dear—
Lady C. (L. C.) After all that has happened! After what you have seen of my life! And you really believe that I ever could care for this man! That I, a creature with a heart and soul, am pigeon-holed in your book, and bound to conform to its maxims!