Sir G. What was the piece?
Lady C. “Une Chaine,” by Eugène Scribe.
Sir G. I don’t remember it.
Rose. And it is so exciting. There is a young man in it—such a nice young man, with a moustache—oh, such a sweet moustache!
Sir G. Well?
Rose. He’s in love.
Sir G. Of course.
Rose. With a young girl—oh, such a stupid girl! I can’t think what he could have seen in her—and she’s in love with him.
Sir G. And they get married, I suppose.
Rose. In the last act; but in the meantime there is such a to-do.