Lord J. You're the only one of our immediate circle who's been left so beautifully much.
Jean. Ah, but remember Geoffrey could—everybody knows he could have married any one in England.
Lady John (faintly ironic). I'm afraid everybody does know it—not excepting Mr. Stonor.
Lord J. Well, how spoilt is the great man?
Jean. Not the least little bit in the world. You'll see! He so wants to know my best-beloved relations better. (Another embrace.) An orphan has so few belongings, she has to make the most of them.
Lord J. (smiling). Let us hope he'll approve of us on more intimate acquaintance.
Jean (firmly). He will. He's an angel. Why, he gets on with my grandfather!
Lady John. Does he? (Teasing.) You mean to say Mr. Geoffrey Stonor isn't just a tiny bit—"superior" about Dissenters.
Jean (stoutly). Not half as much as Uncle John and all the rest of you! My grandfather's been ill again, you know, and rather difficult—bless him! (Radiantly.) But Geoffrey—— (Clasps her hands.)