When I heard she’d bolted, I could have jumped for joy. I seem to have awaked out of a ghastly nightmare. Nothing will induce me to try and catch her up.
Lady Sellenger.
You monster! How dare you trifle with the affections of my daughter! You don’t mean to stand by and see her marry a man called Perkins!
Gerald.
I wouldn’t even mind if she married a man called Vere de Vere.
Lady Sellenger.
Very well, then, the chauffeur shall drive me. You’re a heartless brute. Perkins with a P. And penniless to boot.
[She flounces out of the room and bangs the door.
Gerald.
Where’s Mrs. Dot?