Can’t talk about your sweetheart?
Irene.
Hush! Lord Dangars is simply a man who wishes to marry me and whom my mother wishes me to marry. We are poor and she has her ambitions; there you have two volumes of a three-volume novel.
Leslie.
You don’t—love him?
Irene.
Love him!
Leslie.
Then you mustn’t do this. Dear, can’t I help you?