Gerald.
Oh lord, what did he say?
Lady Frederick.
[Imitating a Jewish accent.] What's the good of wathting a nithe clean sheet of paper, my dear lady?
Gerald.
[Shouting with laughter.] By George, don't I know it.
Lady Frederick.
For heaven's sake don't let's talk of my affairs. They're in such a state that if I think of them at all I shall have a violent fit of hysterics.
Gerald.
But look here, what d'you really mean?