lord goring. Oh! I am not at all romantic. I am not old enough. I leave romance to my seniors.
sir robert chiltern. Lord Goring is the result of Boodle’s Club, Mrs. Cheveley.
mrs. cheveley. He reflects every credit on the institution.
lord goring. May I ask are you staying in London long?
mrs. cheveley. That depends partly on the weather, partly on the cooking, and partly on Sir Robert.
sir robert chiltern. You are not going to plunge us into a European war, I hope?
mrs. cheveley. There is no danger, at present!
[She nods to lord goring, with a look of amusement in her eyes, and goes out with sir robert chiltern. lord goring saunters over to mabel chiltern.]
mabel chiltern. You are very late!
lord goring. Have you missed me?