[Laughing.] No, not quite. I had a dressing-gown on and other paraphernalia. But I made him come here when I wasn't made up, and he sat by while I rouged my cheeks.
Fouldes.
And the young fool thought there was nothing more in you than a carefully prepared complexion?
Lady Frederick.
He was very nice about it. But I think he was rather relieved when I refused him.
[There is a knock at the door.]
Gerald.
[Outside.] May we come in?
Lady Frederick.
Yes do.