You know, upon my word you’re all very ungrateful. I lent an éclat to your party which has found lasting fame in the columns of the local paper. I chatted cordially with the Duchess of St. Erth, I allowed the Bishop of Sheffield to tell me harrowing stories about the immorality of the very best people, and when Count what’s his name....
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
Adrian von Bremer—you might trouble to remember the name of your own Ambassador.
Jack Straw.
And when Count von Bremer came on the scene, and you were all at your wits’ end, I carried the whole thing off in a way which only my native modesty prevents me from describing as superb.
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
How he didn’t find you out I don’t know. I was on pins and needles all the time he was here.
Enter the Footman, followed by Mrs. Withers.
Footman.
Mrs. Horton Withers.