Vida. You haven't seen many American women!
Sir Wilfrid. Oh, haven't I?
Vida. If you'll pay me a visit to-morrow—at twelve, you shall meet a most charming young woman, who has seen you once, and who admires you—ah!
Sir Wilfrid. I'm there—what!
Vida. Seven hundred and seventy-one Fifth Avenue.
Sir Wilfrid. Seven seventy-one Fifth Avenue—at twelve.
Vida. At twelve.
Sir Wilfrid. Thanks! [Indicating Cynthia.] She's a thoroughbred—you can see that with one eye shut. Twelve. [Shaking hands.] Awfully good of you to ask me. [He joins John.] I say, my boy, your former's an absolute certainty. [To Cynthia.] I hear you're about to marry Mr. Phillimore, Mrs. Karslake?
Karslake crosses to Vida and together they move to the sofa and sit down.
Cynthia. To-morrow, 3 P. M., Sir Wilfrid.