What the dickens d'you mean?
Mereston.
D'you suppose if she loved you she would have hesitated to come? D'you know her so little as that? She thought of her child only because she was quite indifferent to you.
Fouldes.
[Crossly.] You know nothing about it, and you're an impertinent young jackanapes.
Lady Mereston.
My dear Paradine, what can it matter if Lady Frederick was in love with you or not?
Fouldes.
[Calming down.] Of course it doesn't matter a bit.
Lady Mereston.