Mrs. Quebec.
[To Ottoline.] You didn't stay long at the Railtons' last night, Ottoline.
Ottoline.
I had a headache—mother was so vexed with me——
Mrs. Anslow.
Headache or not, you looked divine.
Mrs. Quebec.
A vision!
Green.
[To Ottoline.] Haw! I hope you saw the remarks about you in this morning's papah, deah lady.