lady basildon. Men are grossly material, grossly material!
[The vicomte de nanjac enters from the music-room with some other guests. After having carefully examined all the people present, he approaches lady basildon.]
vicomte de nanjac. May I have the honour of taking you down to supper, Comtesse?
lady basildon. [Coldly.] I never take supper, thank you, Vicomte. [The vicomte is about to retire. lady basildon, seeing this, rises at once and takes his arm.] But I will come down with you with pleasure.
vicomte de nanjac. I am so fond of eating! I am very English in all my tastes.
lady basildon. You look quite English, Vicomte, quite English.
[They pass out. mr. montford, a perfectly groomed young dandy, approaches mrs. marchmont.]
mr. montford. Like some supper, Mrs. Marchmont?
mrs. marchmont. [Languidly.] Thank you, Mr. Montford, I never touch supper. [Rises hastily and takes his arm.] But I will sit beside you, and watch you.
mr. montford. I don’t know that I like being watched when I am eating!