Gerald.
I’m afraid there’s something else I must tell you.
Mrs. Dot.
More? Don’t say you’ve got a horrible past, because I shan’t turn a hair.
Gerald.
No, it’s not that. You know that Lord Hollington is a relation of mine.
Mrs. Dot.
Only a fifteenth cousin, isn’t he? Far too distant to brag about.
Gerald.
A year ago three lives stood between me and the peerage. It seemed impossible that I could ever come into anything.