Mrs. Freddy. What a delightful surprise!
Jean (shaking hands warmly). I'm so glad. How d'ye do, Mr. Freddy?
(Enter Lady John's sister, Mrs. Heriot—smart, pompous, fifty—followed by Farnborough.)
Mrs. Heriot. My dear Jean! My darling child!
Jean. How do you do, aunt?
Mrs. H. (sotto voce). I wasn't surprised. I always prophesied——
Jean. Sh! Please!
Farn. We haven't met since you were in short skirts. I'm Dick Farnborough.
Jean. Oh, I remember.
(They shake hands.)