LADY FREDERICK.
She should have thought rather of: When Greek meets Greek, then comes the tug of war. I hear Lady Mereston has been saying the most agreeable things about me.
FOULDES.
Ah, that's women's fault; they always show their hand. You're the only woman I ever knew who didn't.
LADY FREDERICK.
[_With a brogue._] You should have avoided the Blarney Stone when you went to Ireland.
FOULDES.
Look here, d'you want to marry Charlie?
LADY FREDERICK.
Why should I?
FOULDES.
Because he's got fifty thousand a year, and you're head over ears in debt. You've got to raise something like four thousand pounds at once, or you go under. You've got yourself a good deal talked about during the last ten years, but people have stood you because you had plenty of money. If you go broke they'll drop you like a hot potato. And I daresay it wouldn't be inconvenient to change Lady Frederick Berolles into Lady Mereston. My sister has always led me to believe that it is rather attractive to be a Marchioness.
LADY FREDERICK.
Unlike a duchess, its cheap without being gaudy.
FOULDES.
You asked me why you might want to marry a boy from ten to fifteen years younger than yourself, and I've told you.
LADY FREDERICK.
And now perhaps you'll tell me why you're going to interfere in my private concerns?
FOULDES.
Well, you see his mother happens to be my sister, and I'm rather fond of her. It's true her husband was the most sanctimonious prig I've ever met in my life.
LADY FREDERICK.
I remember him well. He was president of the Broad Church Union and wore side-whiskers.
FOULDES.
But she stuck to me through thick and thin. I've been in some pretty tight places in my day, and she's always given me a leg up when I wanted it. I've got an idea it would just about break her heart if Charlie married you.
LADY FREDERICK.
Thanks.
FOULDES.
You know, I don't want to be offensive, but I think it would be a pity myself. And besides, unless I'm much mistaken, I've got a little score of my own that I want to pay off.
LADY FREDERICK.
Have you?
FOULDES.
You've got a good enough memory not to have forgotten that you made a blithering fool of me once. I swore I'd get even with you, and by George, I mean to do it.
LADY FREDERICK.
[_Laughing._] And how do you propose to stop me if I make up my mind that I'm going to accept Charlie?
FOULDES.
Well, he's not proposed yet, has he?
LADY FREDERICK.
Not yet, but I've had to use every trick and device I can think of to prevent him.
FOULDES.
Look here, I'm going to play this game with my cards on the table.
LADY FREDERICK.
Then I shall be on my guard. You're never so dangerous as when you pretend to be frank.
FOULDES.
I'm sorry you should think so badly of me.
LADY FREDERICK.
I don't. Only it was a stroke of genius when Nature put the soul of a Jesuit priest into the body of a Yorkshire squire.
FOULDES.
I wonder what you're paying me compliments for. You must be rather afraid of me.
[_They look at one another for a moment._
LADY FREDERICK.