By George. You're pretty far gone, my son. The lover who's diffident is in a much worse way than the lover who protests.
Lady Mereston.
[With a little laugh.] I must say it amuses me that Lady Frederick should have had both my brother and my son dangling at her skirts. Your respective passions are separated by quite a number of years.
Mereston.
Lady Frederick has already told me of that incident.
Fouldes.
With the usual indiscretion of her sex.
Mereston.
It appears that she was very unhappy and you, with questionable taste, made love to her.
Fouldes.