The girl has it. Primroses. One forgets. One lives to learn to forget. [He likes the sound of that. It fits the sense. It is almost an epigram.] A guinea, child, for the song. Sing at your work. I like to hear you.
[She floats away. Eglantine has turned to his mirror.
Fifteen thousand pounds lost and not another wrinkle. Sir Jeffrey Rake had it of me last night. They keep those rooms so hot. Quin, am I pale?
Harlequin.. Perhaps a little, my lord.
[From nowhere in particular Quin (Harle-Quin, you notice) produces the Beau's morning chocolate, which Eglantine sips daintily.
Eglantine.. What do I do to-day?
Harlequin.. At eight o'clock comes Mr. Talon.
Eglantine.. A plaguy fellow, my attorney! And I have not slept a wink. What does he want with us?
Harlequin.. Among other things your lordship's signature to the marriage settlement.
Eglantine.. Whose marriage settlement?