Lady Mereston.
Don't be ridiculous, Paradine. Every one knows she hasn't a penny, and she's crippled with debts.
Fouldes.
One has to keep up appearances in this world. Life nowadays for the woman of fashion is a dilemma of which one horn is the Bankruptcy Court and the other—dear Sir Francis Jeune.
Lady Mereston.
I wish I knew how she manages to dress so beautifully. It's one of the injustices of fate that clothes only hang on a woman really well when she's lost every shred of reputation.
Fouldes.
My dear, you must console yourself with the thought that she'll probably frizzle for it hereafter.
Lady Mereston.
I hope I'm not wicked, Paradine, but to wear draperies and wings in the next world offers me no compensation for looking dowdy in a Paquin gown in this.