Irene.
Mother—don’t ask me to marry Lord Dangars! Oh, don’t make me do that—don’t make me do that!
Mrs. Stonehay.
Oh, I see—I quite see. [To Leslie.] How dare you tamper with my daughter—how dare you? [To Irene.] We will go home. You shall never enter this house again; our acquaintance with this lady has terminated.
Leslie.
Irene!
Mrs. Stonehay.
What! Do you think by your mock-morality to upset my calculations for Irene’s welfare? If so, you can have this satisfaction for your pains—that one word, one look, from me will do more with this weak, ungrateful girl than a month of your impudent meddling. Good morning.
[Mrs. Stonehay and Irene are going.]
Leslie.