SYBIL. Then we must not detain Mr. Shand, Auntie.
COMTESSE [who unless her heart is touched thinks insincerity charming]. Only one word. I heard you speak last night. Sublime! Just the sort of impassioned eloquence that your House of Commons loves.
JOHN. It’s very good of you to say so.
COMTESSE. But we must run. Bon soir.
[SYBIL bows as to some one far away.]
JOHN. Good-night, Lady Sybil. I hear you think I’m vulgar. [Eyebrows are raised.]
COMTESSE. My dear Mr. Shand, what absurd—-
JOHN. I was told she said that after hearing me speak.
COMTESSE. Quite a mistake, I—-
JOHN [doggedly]. Is it not true?