Lady Frederick.
Well, I don't know. I suppose so.
Fouldes.
[Reading.] "Heart's delight".... And he signs himself, "your darling chickabiddy." The old ruffian.
Lady Frederick.
She was a very pretty little thing.
Fouldes.
I daresay, but thank heaven, I have some sense of decency left, and it outrages all my susceptibilities that a man in side-whiskers should call himself anybody's chickabiddy.
Lady Frederick.
Protestations of undying affection are never ridiculous when they are accompanied by such splendid emeralds.