[To him.] Sssh!
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Her behaviour on that one memorable afternoon proved that her marriage to a dignitary of the Church was something worse than a fluke—a sacrilege.
Mrs. Quinton Twelves.
[Quietly to Claude.] What is it?
Claude.
[Quietly to her.] She called him a Bore.
Mrs. Quinton Twelves.
[Going to Justina.] Do you think I could steal downstairs and get away? She used to tell me I was an empty-headed little fool.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.