Fouldes.
Ah, that's women's fault; they always show their hand. You're the only woman I ever knew who didn't.
Lady Frederick.
[With a brogue.] You should have avoided the Blarney Stone when you went to Ireland.
Fouldes.
Look here, d'you want to marry Charlie?
Lady Frederick.
Why should I?
Fouldes.
Because he's got fifty thousand a year, and you're head over ears in debt. You've got to raise something like four thousand pounds at once, or you go under. You've got yourself a good deal talked about during the last ten years, but people have stood you because you had plenty of money. If you go broke they'll drop you like a hot potato. And I daresay it wouldn't be inconvenient to change Lady Frederick Berolles into Lady Mereston. My sister has always led me to believe that it is rather attractive to be a Marchioness.