mabel chiltern. Is it morbid to have a desire for food? I have a great desire for food. Lord Goring, will you give me some supper?
lord goring. With pleasure, Miss Mabel. [Moves away with her.]
mabel chiltern. How horrid you have been! You have never talked to me the whole evening!
lord goring. How could I? You went away with the child-diplomatist.
mabel chiltern. You might have followed us. Pursuit would have been only polite. I don’t think I like you at all this evening!
lord goring. I like you immensely.
mabel chiltern. Well, I wish you’d show it in a more marked way! [They go downstairs.]
mrs. marchmont. Olivia, I have a curious feeling of absolute faintness. I think I should like some supper very much. I know I should like some supper.
lady basildon. I am positively dying for supper, Margaret!
mrs. marchmont. Men are so horribly selfish, they never think of these things.