Well, let's look at these cards.
FOULDES.
First of all, there's this money you've got to raise.
LADY FREDERICK.
Well?
FOULDES.
This is my sister's suggestion.
LADY FREDERICK.
That means you don't much like it.
FOULDES.
If you'll refuse the boy and clear out--we'll give you forty thousand pounds.
LADY FREDERICK.
I suppose you'd be rather surprised if I boxed your ears.
FOULDES.
Now, look here, between you and me high falutin's rather absurd, don't you think so? You're in desperate want of money, and I don't suppose it would amuse you much to have a young hobbledehoy hanging about your skirts for the rest of your life.
LADY FREDERICK.
Very well, we'll have no high falutin! You may tell Lady Mereston that if I really wanted the money I shouldn't be such an idiot as to take forty thousand down when I can have fifty thousand a year for the asking.
FOULDES.
I told her that.
LADY FREDERICK.
You showed great perspicacity. Now for the second card.
FOULDES.
My dear, it's no good getting into a paddy over it.
LADY FREDERICK.
I've never been calmer in my life.
FOULDES.
You always had the very deuce of a temper. I suppose you've not given Charlie a sample of it yet, have you?
LADY FREDERICK.
[_Laughing._] Not yet.
FOULDES.
Well, the second card's your reputation.
LADY FREDERICK.
But I haven't got any. I thought that such an advantage.
FOULDES.
You see Charlie is a young fool. He thinks you a paragon of all the virtues, and it's never occurred to him that you've rather gone the pace in your time.
LADY FREDERICK.
It's one of my greatest consolations to think that even a hundred horse-power racing motor couldn't be more rapid than I've been.
FOULDES.
Still it'll be rather a shock to Charlie when he hears that this modest flower whom he trembles to adore has....
LADY FREDERICK.
Very nearly eloped with his own uncle. But you won't tell him that story because you hate looking a perfect ass.
FOULDES.
Madam, when duty calls, Paradine Fouldes consents even to look ridiculous. But I was thinking of the Bellingham affair.
LADY FREDERICK.
Ah, of course, there's the Bellingham affair. I'd forgotten it.
FOULDES.
Nasty little business that, eh?
LADY FREDERICK.
Horrid.
FOULDES.