blackborough. I've missed the music, I fear.
mrs. farrant. But it's been Bach.
blackborough. No Chopin?
mrs. farrant. For a minute only.
blackborough. Why don't these new Italian men write things for the piano? Good-night, Lady Davenport.
lady davenport. [As he bows over her hand.] And what has Education to do with it?
blackborough. [Non-committal himself.] Perhaps it was a subject that compromised nobody.
lady davenport. Do you think my daughter has been wasting her time and her tact?
farrant. [Clapping him on the shoulder.] Blackborough's frankly flabbergasted at the publicity of this intrigue.
mrs. farrant. Intrigue! Mr. Trebell walked across the House . . actually into your arms.