Lady Frederick.
I think you can wait a little. Come and see me to-morrow morning at ten, and I'll give you an answer.
Mereston.
Very well, if I must.
Lady Frederick.
[Smiling.] I'm afraid so.
Fouldes.
[To Lady Frederick.] I wonder what the deuce your little game is now.
[She smiles triumphantly and gives him a deep,
ironical curtsey.
Lady Frederick.