Porteous. Would you have the very great kindness to mind your own business?
Lady Kitty. It is his business. He naturally wants me to be happy.
C.-C. I have the very greatest affection for Kitty.
Porteous. Then why the devil didn’t you look after her properly?
C.-C. My dear Hughie, you were my greatest friend. I trusted you. It may have been rash.
Porteous. It was inexcusable.
Lady Kitty. I don’t know what you mean by that, Hughie.
Porteous. Don’t, don’t, don’t try and bully me, Kitty.
Lady Kitty. Oh, I know what you mean.
Porteous. Then why the devil did you say you didn’t?