MRS LUTESTRING [to the Archbishop] Why have you given away your secret? our secret?
THE ARCHBISHOP. They found it out. The cinema records betrayed me. But I never dreamt that there were others. Did you?
MRS LUTESTRING. I knew one other. She was a cook. She grew tired, and killed herself.
THE ARCHBISHOP. Dear me! However, her death simplifies the situation, as I have been able to convince these gentlemen that the matter had better go no further.
MRS LUTESTRING. What! When the President knows! It will be all over the place before the end of the week.
BURGE-LUBIN [injured] Really, Mrs Lutestring! You speak as if I were a notoriously indiscreet person. Barnabas: have I such a reputation?
BARNABAS [resignedly] It cant be helped. It's constitutional.
CONFUCIUS. It is utterly unconstitutional. But, as you say, it cannot be helped.
BURGE-LUBIN [solemnly] I deny that a secret of State has ever passed my lips—except perhaps to the Minister of Health, who is discretion personified. People think, because she is a negress—
MRS LUTESTRING. It does not matter much now. Once, it would have mattered a great deal. But my children are all dead.