George collects things about Napoleon, you know.
Perigal.
Ah, the Napoleon of Finance.... I’m sorry to hear that Frank is laid up.
Lady Francis.
Oh, he’s much better to-day. We shall only be five minutes.
[She goes out with George Winter.
Perigal.
How naturally your mother did that! It almost took me in.
Catherine.
[Gravely.] Have you come to see me by arrangement?