Ann (trembling with passion): Don’t you believe me?
Mrs. Martineau: Where was he then?
Ann: Do you want to know where he was? If you want to—I’ll tell you. He was with a woman—he was with me.
Mrs. Martineau: And may one ask why he was with you at such a critical moment in his career?
Ann: Why?
Mrs. Martineau: Did you have a headache, dear? Was that what made him run round at the crucial moment in the Debate?
Selina: Fancy Mr. Jordan forgetting himself.
Mrs. Martineau: How did you let him know, darling, that you needed him so badly?
Selina: Did he just come round and say, “You wanted me; here I am?” How delightfully romantic.
Mrs. Martineau: He clearly must have said, “They call me a statesman, rather let it be said of me, ‘He was a friend!’”