Elizabeth. You dirty dog!
Porteous. [Spluttering.] Well, well, well! . . . [Helplessly.] I like him, Kitty, it’s no good pretending I don’t. I like him.
Teddie. The moon’s shining, Elizabeth. We’ll drive all through the night.
Porteous. They’d better go to San Michele. I’ll wire to have it got ready for them.
Lady Kitty. That’s where we went when Hughie and I . . . [Faltering.] Oh, you dear things, how I envy you!
Porteous. [Mopping his eyes.] Now don’t cry, Kitty. Confound you, don’t cry.
Teddie. Come, darling.
Elizabeth. But I can’t go like this.
Teddie. Nonsense! Lady Kitty will lend you her cloak. Won’t you?