Lady Frederick.
Don't say it all at once. It sounds so much.
Fouldes.
You wouldn't like to exchange those letters of Mereston's for seven thousand pounds, would you?
Lady Frederick.
[Laughing.] No.
Fouldes.
Ah.... By the way, d'you mind if I tell Charlie the full story of your—relations with me?
Lady Frederick.
Why should I? It's not I who'll look ridiculous.