Lord Dangars.
Quite so—I recollect that perfectly.
Dunstan Renshaw.
And that from boyhood I have suffered from a stupefying bashfulness before women.
Lord Dangars.
Done. You’ll recall the same of me when I next have occasion to marry, won’t you?
Dunstan Renshaw.
It’s a bargain. I—[Puts his hand over his eyes.] Oh, confound this!
Lord Dangars.
What’s the matter? Are you ill?