Miss Andrews. Lydy Amaranth, me lady.
Yardsley. And please be consistent with your dialect. If it’s Lydy Amaranth, it’s Lydy Ellen.
Miss Andrews. Lydy Amaranth, me lydy.
Mrs. Perkins. What? Lydy Amaranth? She?
Yardsley. Oh dear! Excuse me, Mrs. Perkins, but you are not the maid, and cockney isn’t required of you. You must not say lydy. Lady is—
Mrs. Perkins (resignedly). What? Lady Amaranth? She? What can she want? Show her up. [Exit Miss Andrews.
Perkins. That’s a first-class expression for an adventuress. Show her up! Gad! She ought to be shown up.
Mrs. Perkins. What can she want?
Enter Mrs. Bradley.
Mrs. Bradley. Ah, my dear Lady Ellen! What delight to find you at home! (Aside.) He is not here, and yet I could have sworn—