[To Colby.] I hope I haven’t kept you waiting?
Colby.
Not a bit!
Perigal.
[Very amiably.] Lady Francis has been showing me an old photograph.
Etchingham.
[Settling himself heavily into an armchair.] That little joke of Angela’s didn’t quite come off.
[Catherine gives him a footstool and puts his foot on it.
Perigal.
I looked at it blankly, and then she said: Don’t you remember? It’s so-and-so. It gave me quite a start. It was the photograph of a young lady I’d been so madly in love with that I asked her to bolt with me—married woman and all that sort of thing—and, would you believe it? thirty years have passed since then, and upon my soul I didn’t know her from Adam!