It is to be regretted that poor Mrs. Gaylustre is forced to follow the modern fashion of increasing her income by devices formerly practised only by the lower middle-classes.
Dowager.
She sticks pins in her bosom as though she relished it.
Sir Julian Twombley.
But, after all, Dora, Madame Mauricette, of Plunkett Street, and Mrs. Gaylustre, widow of Lord Bulpitt’s son, are two very distinct persons. Excuse me. [He continues studying his speech.]
Dowager.
But what was she before her marriage?
Sir Julian Twombley.
You must really give me notice of that question—I beg your pardon—I don’t know.
Dowager.