MERESTON.
[_Nervously._] Yes, of course.
LADY FREDERICK.
Is your mother dreadfully annoyed with you? And Paradine must be furious. I shall call him Uncle Paradine next time I see him. It'll make him feel so middle-aged. Charlie, you don't know how grateful I am for what you did yesterday. You acted like a real brick.
MERESTON.
It's awfully good of you to say so.
LADY FREDERICK.
[_Turning._] Do I look a fright?
MERESTON.
Oh, no, not at all.
LADY FREDERICK.
I love this powder. It plays no tricks with you. Once I put on a new powder that I bought in Paris, and as soon as I went into artificial light it turned a bright mauve. I was very much annoyed. You wouldn't like to go about with a mauve face, would you?
MERESTON.
No, not at all.
LADY FREDERICK.
Fortunately I had a green frock on. And mauve and green were very fashionable that year. Still I'd sooner it hadn't been on my face....
There. I think that'll do as a foundation. I'm beginning to feel younger already. Now for the delicate soft bloom of youth. The great difficulty, you know, is to make both your cheeks the same colour. [_Turning to him._] Charlie, you're not bored, are you?
MERESTON.
No, no.
LADY FREDERICK.
I always think my observations have a peculiar piquancy when I have only one cheek rouged. I remember once I went out to dinner, and as soon as I sat down I grew conscious of the fact that one of my cheeks was much redder than the other.
MERESTON.
By George, that was awkward.
LADY FREDERICK.
Charlie, you are a good-looking boy. I had no idea you were so handsome.
And you look so young and fresh, it's quite a pleasure to look at you.
MERESTON.
[_Laughing awkwardly._] D'you think so? What did you do when you discovered your predicament?
LADY FREDERICK.
Well, by a merciful interposition of Providence, I had a foreign diplomatist on my right side which bloomed like a rose, and a bishop on my left which was white like the lily. The diplomatist told me risky stories all through dinner so it was quite natural that this cheek should blush fiery red. And as the Bishop whispered in my left ear harrowing details of distress in the East End, it was only decent that the other should exhibit a becoming pallor. [_Meanwhile she has been rouging her cheeks._] Now look carefully, Charlie, and you'll see how I make the Cupid's bow which is my mouth. I like a nice healthy colour on the lips, don't you?
MERESTON.
Isn't it awfully uncomfortable to have all that stuff on?
LADY FREDERICK.
Ah, my dear boy, it's woman's lot to suffer in this world. But it's a great comfort to think that one is submitting to the decrees of Providence and at the same time adding to one's personal attractiveness.
But I confess I sometimes wish I needn't blow my nose so carefully.
Smile, Charlie. I don't think you're a very ardent lover, you know.
MERESTON.
I'm sorry. What would you like me to do?
LADY FREDERICK.
I should like you to make me impassioned speeches.
MERESTON.
I'm afraid they'd be so hackneyed.
LADY FREDERICK.
Never mind that. I've long discovered that under the influence of profound emotion a man always expresses himself in the terms of the _Family Herald_.
MERESTON.
You must remember that I'm awfully inexperienced.
LADY FREDERICK.
Well, I'll let you off this time--because I like your curly hair. [_She sighs amorously._] Now for the delicate arch of my eyebrows. I don't know what I should do without this. I've got no eyebrows at all really.... Have you ever noticed that dark line under the eyes which gives such intensity to my expression?
MERESTON.
Yes, often.
LADY FREDERICK.
[_Holding out the pencil._] Well, here it is. Ah, my dear boy, in this pencil you have at will roguishness and languor, tenderness and indifference, sprightliness, passion, malice, what you will. Now be very quiet for one moment. If I overdo it my whole day will be spoilt.
You mustn't breathe even. Whenever I do this I think how true those lines are: