Lady Kitty. Mr. Luton.
Elizabeth. [Gives a little start. Then she looks at Lady Kitty.] They’ve told you?
Lady Kitty. Yes. And now they have I think I knew it all along.
Elizabeth. I don’t expect you to have much sympathy for me. Arnold is your son.
Lady Kitty. So pitifully little.
Elizabeth. I’m not suited for this sort of existence. Arnold wants me to take what he calls my place in Society. Oh, I get so bored with those parties in London. All those middle-aged painted women, in beautiful clothes, lolloping round ball-rooms with rather old young men. And the endless luncheons where they gossip about so-and-so’s love affairs.
Lady Kitty. Are you very much in love with Mr. Luton?
Elizabeth. I love him with all my heart.
Lady Kitty. And he?