Fouldes.
I'm sorry you should think so badly of me.
Lady Frederick.
I don't. Only it was a stroke of genius when Nature put the soul of a Jesuit priest into the body of a Yorkshire squire.
Fouldes.
I wonder what you're paying me compliments for. You must be rather afraid of me.
[They look at one another for a moment.
Lady Frederick.
Well, let's look at these cards.
Fouldes.