mabel chiltern. It is too late now, I suppose?
lord goring. [Smiling.] I am not so sure.
mabel chiltern. Will you ride to-morrow morning?
lord goring. Yes, at ten.
mabel chiltern. Don’t forget.
lord goring. Of course I shan’t. By the way, Lady Chiltern, there is no list of your guests in The Morning Post of to-day. It has apparently been crowded out by the County Council, or the Lambeth Conference, or something equally boring. Could you let me have a list? I have a particular reason for asking you.
lady chiltern. I am sure Mr. Trafford will be able to give you one.
lord goring. Thanks, so much.
mabel chiltern. Tommy is the most useful person in London.
lord goring [Turning to her.] And who is the most ornamental?