LADY P. Go then, I implore you! and, when you again arrive, no one need know that we have had this interview.
BLEN. Adieu! for the last time I press your hand to my lips!
Enter MARGERY, L.H.D., in the dress of a country girl.
MAR. (entering) Now I am comfortable—now I do feel myself again! (seeing BLENHEIM and LADY PLATO) Oh!
BLENHEIM disappears, R.H.D.—LADY PLATO seems confused.
—Oh! don’t mind me! I’m so glad I’ve caught you, though, for if such a well-behaved gentleman as that is, can kiss my aunt’s hand, there can be no harm in my cousin kissing me.
LADY P. Listen, my dear friend. I do not wish it to transpire that I have had an interview with the gentleman you saw just now—it would but cause explanations that must lead to disagreeables, and they had better be avoided. I shall therefore rely on your discretion.
MAR. On my what?
LADY P. Your keeping my secret.