sir robert chiltern. I hope it is not a little thing, Mrs. Cheveley. I find that little things are so very difficult to do.
mrs. cheveley. [After a moment’s reflection.] No, I don’t think it is quite a little thing.
sir robert chiltern. I am so glad. Do tell me what it is.
mrs. cheveley. Later on. [Rises.] And now may I walk through your beautiful house? I hear your pictures are charming. Poor Baron Arnheim—you remember the Baron?—used to tell me you had some wonderful Corots.
sir robert chiltern. [With an almost imperceptible start.] Did you know Baron Arnheim well?
mrs. cheveley. [Smiling.] Intimately. Did you?
sir robert chiltern. At one time.
mrs. cheveley. Wonderful man, wasn’t he?
sir robert chiltern. [After a pause.] He was very remarkable, in many ways.
mrs. cheveley. I often think it such a pity he never wrote his memoirs. They would have been most interesting.