Lady Kitty. Or Barbadoes.
Porteous. Never. It sounds like a cure for flat feet. I’d have kept you in London.
[He picks up the album and is about to look at the photograph of Lady Kitty. She puts her hand over it.
Lady Kitty. No, don’t look.
[He takes her hand away.
Porteous. Don’t be so silly.
Lady Kitty. Isn’t it hateful to grow old?
Porteous. You know, you haven’t changed much.
Lady Kitty. [Enchanted.] Oh, Hughie, how can you talk such nonsense?
Porteous. Of course you’re a little more mature, but that’s all. A woman’s all the better for being rather mature.