FOULDES.
But there's something I will say for her. She's not a liar. If she tells me a thing, I don't hesitate for a moment to believe it.
LADY FREDERICK.
It's not a matter of the smallest importance if any of you believe me or not. Be so good as to ring, Charlie.
MERESTON.
Certainly.
[_He rings, and a_ SERVANT _immediately comes in_.
LADY FREDERICK.
Tell my servant that he's to come here at once and bring the despatch-box which is in my dressing-room.
SERVANT.
Yes, miladi.
[_Exit._
FOULDES.
[_Quickly._] I say, what are you going to do?
LADY FREDERICK.
That is absolutely no business of yours.
FOULDES.
Be a brick, Betsy, and don't give her those letters.
LADY FREDERICK.
I think I've had enough of this business. I'm proposing to finish with it.
FOULDES.
Temper, temper.
LADY FREDERICK.
[_Stamping her foot._] Don't say temper to me, Paradine.
[_She walks up and down angrily._ PARADINE _sits at the piano and with one finger strums "Rule Britannia."_
MERESTON.
Shut up.
[_He takes a book, flings it at his head and misses._
FOULDES.
Good shot, sir.
LADY FREDERICK.
I often wonder how you got your reputation for wit, Paradine.
FOULDES.
By making a point of laughing heartily at other people's jokes.
[_The_ FOOTMAN _enters with the despatch-box, which_ LADY FREDERICK _opens. She takes a bundle of letters from it._
FOULDES.
Betsy, Betsy, for heaven's sake don't! Have mercy.
LADY FREDERICK.
Was mercy shown to me? Albert!
FOOTMAN.
Yes, miladi.
LADY FREDERICK.
You'll go to the proprietor of the hotel and tell him that I propose to leave Monte Carlo to-morrow.
MERESTON.
[_Aghast._] Are you going?
FOOTMAN.
Very well, my lady.
LADY FREDERICK.
Have you a good memory for faces?
FOOTMAN.