Mereston.
Quite sure.
Lady Frederick.
What a relief! You know, I've been tormenting myself dreadfully. I said to myself: "He'll go on thinking of me till he imagines I'm the most beautiful woman in the world, and then, when he comes here and sees the plain reality, it'll be an awful blow."
Mereston.
What nonsense! How could you think anything of the kind?
Lady Frederick.
Are you aware that you haven't shown the least desire to kiss me yet?
Mereston.
I thought—I thought you might not like it.