Duchess of Berwick. Agatha, darling! [Beckons her over.]
Lady Agatha. Yes, mamma!
Duchess of Berwick. [Aside.] Did Mr. Hopper definitely—
Lady Agatha. Yes, mamma.
Duchess of Berwick. And what answer did you give him, dear child?
Lady Agatha. Yes, mamma.
Duchess of Berwick. [Affectionately.] My dear one! You always say the right thing. Mr. Hopper! James! Agatha has told me everything. How cleverly you have both kept your secret.
Hopper. You don’t mind my taking Agatha off to Australia, then, Duchess?
Duchess of Berwick. [Indignantly.] To Australia? Oh, don’t mention that dreadful vulgar place.
Hopper. But she said she’d like to come with me.