[She runs her fingers over a row of little pots
and vases.
Mereston.
Oh, I see. I beg your pardon.
Lady Frederick.
You don't mean to say you thought it natural?
Mereston.
It never occurred to me it might be anything else.
Lady Frederick.
It's really too disheartening. I spend an hour every day of my life making the best complexion in Monte Carlo, and you think it's natural. Why, I might as well be a dairymaid of eighteen.
Mereston.