Lady Kitty. I must powder my nose, Hughie.
Porteous. Powder it down here.
Lady Kitty. I never saw anyone so inconsiderate.
Porteous. You’ll keep us all waiting half an hour. I know you.
Lady Kitty. [Fumbling in her bag.] Oh, well, peace at any price, as Lord Beaconsfield said.
Porteous. He said a lot of damned silly things, Kitty, but he never said that.
[Lady Kitty’s face changes. Perplexity is followed by dismay, and dismay by consternation.
Lady Kitty. Oh!
Elizabeth. What is the matter?
Lady Kitty. [With anguish.] My lip-stick!