LADY F. So, Sir Felix Fritterly!
ARTH. So, Sir Felix Fritterly!
SIR F. (getting up quietly and dusting his knees with his pocket-handkerchief. Then suddenly bursting out into a loud laugh). Ha, ha, ha! Surely, my dear Grace, you didn’t really think I was in earnest?
LADY F. (smiling). As much in earnest, probably, as you thought me. (SIR FELIX takes her hand and kisses it.)
ARTH. (joyously to LADY F.). Then you don’t love me after all? You won’t insist on my accompanying you to the Sandwich Islands?
LADY F. (drawing herself up). Mr. Vallance! (To SIR FELIX.) Well, I confess you have the best of the game.
SIR F. And the last laugh!
ARTH. Myrtle, have I fulfilled your conditions? have I shown some little amount of energy?
MYRT. Yes, with a vengeance!