Fouldes.
I've never surrendered so far to middle age as to make habits.
Lady Frederick.
My dear Paradine, the day before yesterday, Lady Mereston, quite distracted, went to the post office and sent you the following wire: "Come at once, your help urgently needed. Charlie in toils designing female, Maud." Am I right?
Fouldes.
I never admit even to myself that a well-dressed woman is mistaken.
Lady Frederick.
So you started post-haste, bent upon protecting your nephew, and were infinitely surprised to learn that the designing female was no other than your humble servant.
Fouldes.
You'd be irresistible, Lady Frederick, if you didn't know you were so clever.