Mrs Plant. Indeed, sir.
Merton. And I also wanted to say to you that I am thinking of making a change in my arrangements—[he hesitates].
Mrs Plant. A change, sir?
Merton [hesitates]. I was going to tell you—the fact is I am thinking of marrying.
Mrs Plant. Marrying, sir?
Merton. Why not?
Mrs Plant. No reason at all, sir—on the contrary—but I thought perhaps you was too comfortable to marry, so to speak. Of course, Dr John, he always said he thought it better for doctors to marry, though he didn't carry it out himself, as it were.
Merton [rather impatiently]. Well, it's my marrying I'm talking about—and I'll tell you when I come back from Scotland who it is.
Mrs Plant. Thank you, sir. The Countess's daughter is a very nice young lady, isn't she—Lady Betty?
Merton [looking at her with a smile]. Very.