Elizabeth. [Coming to the rescue.] This is Arnold, Lord Porteous.
Porteous. [Shaking hands with him.] How d’you do? I knew your father.
Arnold. Yes.
Porteous. Alive still?
Arnold. Yes.
Porteous. He must be getting on. Is he well?
Arnold. Very.
Porteous. Ugh! Takes care of himself, I suppose. I’m not at all well. This damned climate doesn’t agree with me.
Elizabeth. [To Lady Kitty.] This is Mrs. Shenstone. And this is Mr. Luton. I hope you don’t mind a very small party.