Elizabeth. Never.
Porteous. Look at her lips. What the devil d’you think she wants muck like that for?
Lady Kitty. Oh, my dear, what a mistake you make! You must use a lip-stick. It’s so good for the lips. Men like it, you know. I couldn’t live without a lip-stick.
[Champion-Cheney appears at the window holding in his upstretched hand a little gold case.
C.-C. [As he comes in.] Has anyone here lost a diminutive utensil containing, unless I am mistaken, a favourite preparation for the toilet?
[Arnold and Elizabeth are thunderstruck at his appearance and even Teddie and Anna are taken aback. But Lady Kitty is overjoyed.
Lady Kitty. My lip-stick!
C.-C. I found it in the drive and I ventured to bring it in.
Lady Kitty. It’s Saint Antony. I said a little prayer to him when I was hunting in my bag.