Mrs Allmash. Oh yes; everybody was talking about her at the Duchess’s last night. I am dying to see her; but they say that she is rather a fool.
Lady Fritterly. Pure spite and jealousy. Yet that is the way these Christian women of society obey the precept of their religion, and love their neighbours as themselves.
[Lord Fondleton is announced, accompanied by a stranger.
Lord Fondleton. How d’ye do, Lady Fritterly? I am sure you will excuse my taking the liberty of introducing Mr Rollestone, a very old friend of mine, to you; he has only just returned to England, after an absence of so many years that he is quite a stranger in London.
[Lady Fritterly is “delighted.” The rest of the party arrive in rapid succession.
Mrs Allmash. Dear Mr Germsell, I was just telling Lady Fritterly what an interesting conversation we were having last night when
it was unfortunately interrupted. I shall be so glad if you would explain more fully now what you were telling me. I am sure everybody would be interested.
Lady Fritterly. Oh do, Mr Germsell; it would be quite too nice of you. And, Mr Drygull, will you ask the Khoja to—
Mr Drygull. My friend’s name is Ali Seyyid, Lady Fritterly.
Lady Fritterly. Pray excuse my stupidity, Mr Allyside, and come and sit near me. Lord Fondleton, find Mrs Gloring a chair.