Duchess of Berwick. [Sitting on sofa.] Just let me see your card. I’m so glad Lady Windermere has revived cards.—They’re a mother’s only safeguard. You dear simple little thing! [Scratches out two names.] No nice girl should ever waltz with such particularly younger sons! It looks so fast! The last two dances you might pass on the terrace with Mr. Hopper.
[Enter Mr. Dumby and Lady Plymdale from the ball-room.]
Lady Agatha. Yes, mamma.
Duchess of Berwick. [Fanning herself.] The air is so pleasant there.
Parker. Mrs. Cowper-Cowper. Lady Stutfield. Sir James Royston. Mr. Guy Berkeley.
[These people enter as announced.]
Dumby. Good evening, Lady Stutfield. I suppose this will be the last ball of the season?
Lady Stutfield. I suppose so, Mr. Dumby. It’s been a delightful season, hasn’t it?
Dumby. Quite delightful! Good evening, Duchess. I suppose this will be the last ball of the season?
Duchess of Berwick. I suppose so, Mr. Dumby. It has been a very dull season, hasn’t it?