I don't believe that, mother.
Fouldes.
Remember that you're talking to your respected parent, my boy.
Mereston.
I'm sorry that my mother should utter base and contemptible libels on—my greatest friend.
Lady Mereston.
You may be quite sure that I say nothing which I can't prove.
Mereston.
I won't listen to anything against Lady Frederick.
Lady Mereston.