Clare.
I verify the quotations and prune the adjectives.... Then you’ll forgive me?
Lady Patricia.
Sweet girl! (She strokes Clare’s unwilling face.) I’m very sorry, because I’m going to do such a wicked and decadent thing at dinner. You see this lily? So virginal and nun-like! I am going to put her into a glassful of wine and make her tipsy.
Clare.
Oh!...
Lady Patricia.
You must come some other evening. We are both so very fond of you.
Clare.
Good-bye. Good-bye, Mr. Cosway.