Lady Frederick.
[Gently.] My dear Charlie.
Mereston.
But if you can overlook my faults, I daresay you could make something of me. Won't you marry me? I should look upon it as a great honour, and I would love you always to the end of my life. I'd try to be worthy of my great happiness and you.
Lady Frederick.
You're very much too modest, Charlie. I'm enormously flattered and grateful. You must give me time to think it over.
Lady Mereston.
Time?
Mereston.
But I can't wait. Don't you see how I love you? You'll never meet any one who'll care for you as I do.