Mrs. Stonehay.
Thank you. The young lady is in my service.
Weaver.
Oh, I beg pardon, ma’am. [Weaver goes.]
Irene.
Here she comes, mamma—little Leslie Brudenell. She is quite a woman.
Mrs. Stonehay.
I forget her entirely. We won’t waste much time here; we’ll just ascertain their position, take tea, and leave.
Irene.
Oh, mamma, will you never admit that one may know people out of pure liking and nothing further!