No.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
I know every inch of it!
Macphail.
Madam!
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Oh, what have I said! Sir Colin, you have guessed my secret!
[Macphail produces his ball-programme from his stocking and refers to it.]
Macphail.
I’m engaged to Miss Kilbouie for this waltz, if you’ll excuse me.