Mrs Jennings. Cooking? Yes, it is! Now what do you think of that for the Duke of Peckham Rye?
Duke. Madam, [with emotion] your words almost convince me that what I have been expecting is a certainty—yes, I have guessed your secret!
Mrs Jennings [amazed]. My secret. [With an idea]. Oh, you have guessed that what you are trying for, I am very near to?
Duke [bewildered]. What I am trying for?
Mrs Jennings. Well, then, to speak plainly—Princess Blakowska.
Duke [excited]. Ah! You admit how nearly the mention of that name has touched you.
Mrs Jennings. What's the use of denying it?
Duke. No good! It would be useless, for my heart tells me too surely that I am right.
Mrs Jennings. Your heart! What's that got to do with it?
Duke. From the moment you spoke, I was interested in you. It began to dawn on me who you were—you spoke of being abroad in foreign watering places—interested in cookery. A wild thought darted into my mind, but I hardly dared to hope. [Mrs Jennings alarmed]. Then you told me of your correspondence with the Duke, and my heart filled with delight.