Nellie.
Oh, mamma, I’ve got the most dreadful headache that I’ve ever had in my life, and I must really go and lie down.
Lady Sellenger.
Nonsense. An afternoon in the fresh air with Gerald is just the thing to put you right.
Gerald.
I’m so sorry, but I have some very important letters to write. I must catch the post.
Mrs. Dot.
[Sweetly.] You’ll have lots of time when you come in. The post doesn’t go till after dinner.
Lady Sellenger.
If you make excuses like that, poor Nellie will think she bores you already.