Not in my estimation.
Sir Randle.
H'm, h'm, h'm, h'm——!
Lady Filson.
[Softly.] It wouldn't sound bad, Randle.
Sir Randle.
[Leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.] "Lady Barradell."
Lady Filson.
[In the same way.] "Lady Barradell."
Sir Randle.