“You will come to see the play with me? We shall have supper at the Savoy.”
“Very well. You will ask Sir Ralph and Lady Hastings?”
“I think not.”
“Sir Ralph is very fond of me.”
“So am I.”
“Are you? I want to sit next to him at supper.”
“You can sit by me, dear.”
“Why not call me ‘my love’? That is what a husband usually calls his wife, ‘my love’—it is a sort of mockery—‘my love’ when it is dead and gone.”
“My love is not dead nor gone.”
“Yet you will not please me about Sir Ralph. If we gave up this detestable flat system, the inviting and arranging of parties would be left to me, my lord.”