"Thirdly, sir,—what of your money?"
"I shall hope to spend it to much better purpose in the country than in the World of Fashion, Duchess."
"Oh Lud, Barnabas,—what a selfish creature you are!"
"Selfish, madam?"
"A perfect—wretch!"
"Wretch?" said Barnabas, staring.
"Wretch!" nodded the Duchess, frowning, "and pray don't echo my words, sir. I say you are a preposterously selfish wretch, and—so you are!"
"But, madam, why? What do you mean?"
"I mean that you should try to forget yourself occasionally and think of others—me, for instance; look at me—a solitary old woman—in a wig!"
"You, Duchess?"