Mereston.
It doesn't hurt any the less because the wounds you make are clean cut.
Lady Frederick.
But they'll soon heal. And you'll fall in love with a nice girl of your own age, whose cheeks flush with youth and not with rouge, and whose eyes sparkle because they love you, and not because they're carefully made up.
Mereston.
But I wanted to help you. You're in such an awful scrape, and if you'll only marry me it can all be set right.
Lady Frederick.
Oh, my dear, don't go in for self-sacrifice. You must leave that to women. They're so much more used to it.
Mereston.
Isn't there anything I can do for you?