Madame Claude.
Believe me, Mr. Fouldes, it's not the ladies that are married to saints who take the trouble to dress well.
Lady Frederick.
Now we want a third man. Shall we ask my brother—you know Sir Gerald O'Mara, don't you? Or shall we ask Prince Doniani? Yes, I think we'll ask the Prince. I'm sure you'd like him. Such a handsome man! That'll make six.
Madame Claude.
It's very kind of you, Lady Frederick, but—well, I'm only a tradeswoman, you know.
Lady Frederick.
A tradeswoman? How can you talk such nonsense. You are an artist—a real artist, my dear. And an artist is fit to meet a king.
Madame Claude.
Well, I don't deny that I'd be ashamed to dress my customers in the gowns I see painted at the Royal Academy.