Sir G. Why wrong?
Rose. Well, you see, someone else is married; and of course she oughtn’t to care anything about the nice young man.
Sir G. Although he has so lovely a moustache.
Rose. But she does—which is wicked—but it’s very interesting.
Sir G. (to Lady Carlyon) What did you think of it, my dear?
Lady C. It is a painful subject.
Rose. Aunt Bell didn’t like it; but she took it all so seriously. If it were real, it would be very sad; but after all what is it but a play? Besides, it all takes place in Paris: nobody pretends that such things happen here.
Lady C. Of course. (quickly)
Philip. Of course. (quickly)
Sir G. (ironically) Of course. (takes up the third brief on his right—and plays with it)