Arnold. I’m afraid I’m a very serious person.
Lady Kitty. How old are you now, Arnold?
Arnold. Thirty-five.
Lady Kitty. Are you really? Of course, I was a child when I married your father.
Arnold. Really. He always told me you were twenty-two.
Lady Kitty. Oh, what nonsense! Why, I was married out of the nursery. I put my hair up for the first time on my wedding-day.
Arnold. Where is Lord Porteous?
Lady Kitty. My dear, it sounds too absurd to hear you call him Lord Porteous. Why don’t you call him—Uncle Hughie?
Arnold. He doesn’t happen to be my uncle.
Lady Kitty. No, but he’s your godfather. You know, I’m sure you’ll like him when you know him better. I’m so hoping that you and Elizabeth will come and stay with us in Florence. I simply adore Elizabeth. She’s too beautiful.