Yes, miladi.
[She gives it to him.
Mereston.
Er—yes. [Not knowing what on earth to say.] How silky it is.
Lady Frederick.
A poor thing, but mine own. At least, I paid for it. By the way, have I paid for it yet, Angélique?
Maid.
Not yet, miladi. But the man can wait.
Lady Frederick.
[Taking it from Mereston.] A poor thing, then, but my hairdresser's. Shall I put it on?