He and his lordship were at breakfast when I left, ma’am; in less than half-an-hour, I should say.
Leslie.
Tell the servants. [Weaver goes out.]
Irene.
Leslie, the thought that you are to be thrown into the society of this man is unendurable to me.
Leslie.
And yet you are speaking of the man you are going to marry.
Irene.
Certainly, but by my marriage I hope to lose much of his society. But you—oh, your husband is to blame, to blame!
Leslie.