Mereston.
How?
Lady Frederick.
You don't for a moment suppose I should have let you into those horrible mysteries of my toilette if I'd had any intention of marrying you? Give me credit for a certain amount of intelligence and good feeling. I should have kept up the illusion, at all events till after the honeymoon.
Mereston.
Are you going to refuse me?
Lady Frederick.
Aren't you rather glad?
Mereston.
No, no, no.