[She leans back in her chair.
JUSTINE—(at the door.)
Entrez, entrez toujours, dat is, come in, good mister.
Enter Dick. He bows; and, squeezing his hat in his hands, looks round him with considerable embarrassment.
JUSTINE—(to Lady Amaranthe.)
Bah! comme il sent le cuir, n'est-ce pas, madame?
LADY AMARANTHE.
Faugh! mes sels—ma vinaigrette, Justine—non, l'eau de Cologne, qui est là sur la table. (Justine brings her some eau de Cologne; she pours some upon her handkerchief, and applies it to her temples and to her nose, as if overcome; then, raising her eye-glass, she examines Dick from head to foot.) Good man—a—pray, what is your name?
DICK—(with a profound bow.)
Dick, please your ladyship.