I am married secretly—secretly, because my husband could never face the world of fashion as the consort of the proprietress of a scholastic establishment. You will gather from this that my husband is a gentleman.
BERNSTEIN.
H'm—so—is he?
MISS DYOTT.
It had been a long-cherished ambition with me, if ever I married, to wed no one but a gentleman. I do not mean a gentleman in a mere parliamentary sense—I mean a man of birth, blood, and breeding. Respect my confidence—I have wedded the Honourable Vere Queckett.
BERNSTEIN.
[Unconcernedly.] Ah! Is he a very nice man?
MISS DYOTT.
Nice! Mr. Bernstein, you are speaking of a brother of Lord Limehouse!