[Sitting near her, in the arm-chair on the left of the settee, and pursing his lips.] It may mean nothing.
Lady Filson.
Oh, nothing.
Sir Randle.
[Examining his nails.] A nice, amiable fellow.
Lady Filson.
Full of fine qualities, if I'm any judge of character.
Sir Randle.
None the worse for being self-made, Winnie.
Lady Filson.