He. (Points with her fan through opening of alcove.) Your New Zealand Genius.
Loveday.
(A shade despondently, but unconscious of it.) No, he is not.
Duchess.
(Pouncing.) Ha! that’s it, is it?
Loveday.
That’s what? Oh, dear! Why is it I always talk such bad English when I am with you?
Duchess.
Tush. Tell me about him!
Loveday.