Lady Frederick.
No, dear. I shall get out of the mess somehow. I always do. You really need not worry about me.
Mereston.
You know, you are a brick.
Lady Frederick.
Then it's all settled, isn't it? And you're not going to be unhappy?
Mereston.
I'll try not to be.
Lady Frederick.
I'd like to imprint a chaste kiss on your forehead, only I'm afraid it would leave a mark.