Dean.
Dear Lady Patricia!
(Michael moves towards Clare, who evades his ardent gaze.)
Mrs. O’Farrel.
What have you been doing with yourselves?
Lady Patricia.
Looking at the guelder-roses in the moonlight, and wondering whether they were guelder-roses at all or great pearls.
Mrs. O’Farrel.
Personally I should say they were guelder-roses.