Cecil Graham. I usen’t to be, but I am now. Why! she actually made me introduce her to poor dear Aunt Caroline. I believe she is going to lunch there.
Lord Darlington. [In Purple.] No?
Cecil Graham. She is, really.
Lord Darlington. Excuse me, you fellows. I’m going away to-morrow. And I have to write a few letters. [Goes to writing table and sits down.]
Dumby. Clever woman, Mrs. Erlynne.
Cecil Graham. Hallo, Dumby! I thought you were asleep.
Dumby. I am, I usually am!
Lord Augustus. A very clever woman. Knows perfectly well what a demmed fool I am—knows it as well as I do myself.
[Cecil Graham comes towards him laughing.]
Ah, you may laugh, my boy, but it is a great thing to come across a woman who thoroughly understands one.