Jo and I are one.
Lady Twombley.
No! I’ll never believe that a man—even a money-lender—would dance a set of devilish quadrilles on a lady when she’s down, as you’re doing.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Ha, ha!
Lady Twombley.
I saw your brother on that one fatal night. Common person that he is, he must have a heart under his vulgar waistcoat.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Be careful! Don’t insult my Jo!
Lady Twombley.