[Nellie sits down, and the others go.
Lady Sellenger.
Personally, I must walk. I sacrifice all my inclinations to my fear of growing too stout. I often wonder if we shall get our good dinners in heaven that we’ve done without on earth.
Blenkinsop.
It’s generally understood that we shall only get our deserts.
[Nellie watches them go from over her shoulder. She sees that Freddie is hanging back. She smiles and elaborately disregards him. He comes forward and leans over her chair.
Nellie.
Aren’t you going with the others?
Freddie.
Do you mind if I stay with you?