Footman. Mr. Gillow Waring.
Lady Walpurge. I was so afraid you were not coming. My husband thought you would give us the slip.
Waring. How charming your decorations are! You must give me some ideas for my new yacht, you have such perfect taste.
Maldonado. Walpurge! what will you take for that Reynolds? Or will you swap it for my Velasquez?
Walpurge. My dear Maldo, I always do my deals through—
Footman. Mr. Walter Dowdeswell.
Walpurge. Through Dowdeswell and Dowdeswell; and you, my dear Maldo, if you want to get rid of your Velasquez, ought to join the National Art Collections Fund, or go and see—
Footman. Mr. Lockett Agnew. ’Er ’Ighness the Princess Swami.
Enter the Princess Salomé.
Lady Journalist. Fancy having that woman here. She is not recognised in any decent society, she is nothing but an adventuress; talks such bad French, too. Have you ever seen her, Doctor Faustus?