Sudley. [Taking a cigarette.] Of course you do, but has Philip taken to Egyptian cigarettes in order to celebrate my winter at Cairo?
Grace. Those are Cynthia's.
Sudley. [Thinking that no one is worth knowing whom he does not know.] Who is "Cynthia?"
Grace. Mrs. Karslake—She's staying here, Cousin William. She'll be down in a minute.
Sudley. [Shocked.] You don't mean to tell me—?—!
Miss Heneage. Yes, William, Cynthia is Mrs. Karslake—Mrs. Karslake has no New York house. I disliked the publicity of a hotel in the circumstances, and, accordingly, when she became engaged to Philip, I invited her here.
Sudley. [Suspicious and distrustful.] And may I ask who Mrs. Karslake is?
Miss Heneage. [With confidence.] She was a Deane.
Sudley. [Walking about the room, sorry to be obliged to concede good birth to any but his own blood.] Oh, oh—well, the Deanes are extremely nice people. [Approaching the table.] Was her father J. William Deane?
Miss Heneage. [Nodding, still more secure.] Yes.