I'm so sorry.
[LADY FREDERICK _goes out_. MERESTON _stares after her anxiously, and makes a step towards the door_.
LADY MERESTON.
[_Sharply._] Where are you going, Charlie?
MERESTON.
I never asked Lady Frederick if I could do anything.
LADY MERESTON.
Good heavens, there are surely plenty of servants in the hotel to get her anything she wants.
MERESTON.
Don't you think a drive in the motor would do her good?
LADY MERESTON.
[_Unable to control herself._] Oh, I have no patience with you. I never saw such a ridiculous infatuation in my life.
PARADINE.
Steady, old girl, steady.
MERESTON.
What on earth d'you mean, mother?
LADY MERESTON.
Presumably you're not going to deny that you're in love with that woman.
MERESTON.
[_Growing pale._] Would you mind speaking of her as Lady Frederick?
LADY MERESTON.
You try me very much, Charlie. Please answer my question.
MERESTON.
I don't want to seem unkind to you, mother, but I think you have no right to ask about my private affairs.
FOULDES.
If you're going to talk this matter over you're more likely to come to an understanding if you both keep your tempers.
MERESTON.
There's nothing I wish to discuss.
LADY MERESTON.
Don't be absurd, Charlie. You're with Lady Frederick morning, noon and night. She can never stir a yard from the hotel but you go flying after.
You pester her with your ridiculous attentions.
FOULDES.
[_Blandly._] One's relations have always such an engaging frankness.
Like a bad looking-glass, they always represent you with a crooked nose and a cast in your eye.
LADY MERESTON.
[_To_ MERESTON.] I have certainly a right to know what you mean by all this and what is going to come of it.
MERESTON.
I don't know what will come of it.
FOULDES.
The question that excites our curiosity is this: are you going to ask Lady Frederick to marry you?
MERESTON.
I refuse to answer that. It seems to me excessively impertinent.
FOULDES.
Come, come, my boy, you're too young to play the heavy father. We're both your friends. Hadn't you better make a clean breast of it? After all, your mother and I are interested in nothing so much as your welfare.
LADY MERESTON.
[_Imploring._] Charlie!
MERESTON.
Of course I'd ask her to marry me if I thought for a moment that she'd accept. But I'm so terrified that she'll refuse, and then perhaps I shall never see her again.
LADY MERESTON.
The boy's stark, staring mad.
MERESTON.