[Embracing Irene.] To be married?
Irene.
Yes.
Mrs. Stonehay.
The combination of qualities possessed by Mrs. Renshaw’s husband is rare. Nevertheless I think that some of the finest attributes of heart and mind are bestowed in an eminent degree upon Lord Dangars.
Leslie.
Dear Irene, I hope you will be—oh, you must be, as happy as I am. Tell me about him. Wilfrid, point out San Croce to Mrs. Stonehay, and—and show her our little garden.
[Wilfrid escorts Mrs. Stonehay towards the garden.]
Mrs. Stonehay.