lord goring. Dear Mabel, while you are away, there are none. It makes me horribly dependent on you.
[Enter lady chiltern.]
lady chiltern. Good morning, dear! How pretty you are looking!
mabel chiltern. How pale you are looking, Gertrude! It is most becoming!
lady chiltern. Good morning, Lord Goring!
lord goring. [Bowing.] Good morning, Lady Chiltern!
mabel chiltern. [Aside to lord goring.] I shall be in the conservatory under the second palm tree on the left.
lord goring. Second on the left?
mabel chiltern. [With a look of mock surprise.] Yes; the usual palm tree.
[Blows a kiss to him, unobserved by lady chiltern, and goes out.]