Jean. He dropped me at the end of the avenue and went on to see a supporter about something.
Lord J. You let him go off like that without——
Lady John (taking Jean's two hands). Just tell me, my child, is it all right?
Jean. My engagement? (Radiantly.) Yes, absolutely.
Lady John. Geoffrey Stonor isn't going to be—a little too old for you?
Jean (laughing). Bless me, am I such a chicken?
Lady John. Twenty-four used not to be so young—but it's become so.
Jean. Yes, we don't grow up so quick. (Gaily.) But on the other hand we stay up longer.
Lord J. You've got what's vulgarly called "looks," my dear, and that will help to keep you up!
Jean (smiling). I know what Uncle John's thinking. But I'm not the only girl who's been left "what's vulgarly called" money.