Lord Windermere. Margaret, I want to speak to you.
Lady Windermere. In a moment. [The music drops.]
Parker. Lord Augustus Lorton.
[Enter Lord Augustus.]
Lord Augustus. Good evening, Lady Windermere.
Duchess of Berwick. Sir James, will you take me into the ball-room? Augustus has been dining with us to-night. I really have had quite enough of dear Augustus for the moment.
[Sir James Royston gives the Duchess his arm and escorts her into the ball-room.]
Parker. Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Bowden. Lord and Lady Paisley. Lord Darlington.
[These people enter as announced.]
Lord Augustus. [Coming up to Lord Windermere.] Want to speak to you particularly, dear boy. I’m worn to a shadow. Know I don’t look it. None of us men do look what we really are. Demmed good thing, too. What I want to know is this. Who is she? Where does she come from? Why hasn’t she got any demmed relations? Demmed nuisance, relations! But they make one so demmed respectable.