class="smcap">Lady Mereston.

Good heavens, I want you to prevent it. After all he has a magnificent position; he's got every chance of making a career for himself. There's no reason why he shouldn't be Prime Minister—it's not fair to the boy to let him marry a woman like that.

Fouldes.

Of course you know Lady Frederick?

Lady Mereston.

My dear Paradine, we're the greatest friends. You don't suppose I'm going to give her the advantage of quarrelling with me. I think I shall ask her to luncheon to meet you.

Fouldes.

Women have such an advantage over men in affairs of this sort. They're troubled by no scruples, and, like George Washington, never hesitate to lie.

Lady Mereston.

I look upon her as an abandoned creature, and I tell you frankly I shall stop at nothing to save my son from her clutches.

Fouldes.

Only a thoroughly good woman could so calmly announce her intention of using the crookedest ways to gain her ends.

Lady Mereston.

[Looking at him.] There must be some incident in her career which she wouldn't like raked up. If we could only get hold of that....

Fouldes.

[Blandly.] How d'you imagine I can help you?

Lady Mereston.

A reformed burglar is always the best detective.

Fouldes.

My dear, I wish you could be frank without being sententious.

Lady Mereston.

You've run through two fortunes, and if we all got our deserts you would be starving now instead of being richer than ever.

Fouldes.

My second cousins have a knack of dying at the psychological moment.

Lady Mereston.

You've been a horrid, dissipated wretch all your life, and heaven knows the disreputable people who've been your bosom friends.

Fouldes.

With my knowledge of the world and your entire lack of scruple we should certainly be a match for one defenceless woman.

Lady Mereston.

[Looking at him sharply.] Common report says that at one time you were very much in love with her.

Fouldes.

Common report is an ass whose long ears only catch its own braying.

Lady Mereston.

I was wondering how far things went. If you could tell Charlie of the relations between you....

Fouldes.

My good Maud, there were no relations—unfortunately.

Lady Mereston.

Poor George was very uneasy about you at the time.

Fouldes.

Your deceased husband, being a strictly religious man, made a point of believing the worst about his neighbours.

Lady Mereston.

Don't, Paradine; I know you didn't like one another, but remember that I loved him with all my heart. I shall never get over his death.

Fouldes.

My dear girl, you know I didn't mean to wound you.

Lady Mereston.

After all, it was largely your fault. He was deeply religious, and as the president of the Broad Church Union he couldn't countenance your mode of life.

Fouldes.

[With great unction.] Thank God in my day I've been a miserable sinner!

Lady Mereston.

[Laughing.] You're quite incurable, Paradine. But you will help me now. Since his father's death, the boy and I have lived a very retired life, and now we're quite helpless. It would break my heart if Charlie married that woman.

Fouldes.

I'll do my best. I think I can promise you that nothing will come of it.

[The door is flung open, and Lady Frederick
enters, followed by Mereston, a young
boyish man of twenty-two; by her brother,
Sir Gerald O'Mara, a handsome fellow of
six-and-twenty; by Captain Montgomerie,
Admiral Carlisle, and Rose, his daughter.
Lady Frederick is a handsome Irish
woman of thirty to thirty-five, beautifully
dressed. She is very vivacious, and light-hearted.
She has all the Irish recklessness
and unconcern for the morrow. Whenever
she wants to get round anybody she falls
into an Irish brogue, and then, as she knows
very well, she is quite irresistible. Captain
Montgomerie is a polished, well-groomed
man of thirty-five, with suave manners.
The Admiral is bluff and downright.
Rose is a pretty ingénue of nineteen.

Lady Mereston.

Here they are.

Lady Frederick.

[Enthusiastically going to him with open arms.] Paradine! Paradine! Paradine!

Mererston.

Oh, my prophetic soul, mine uncle!

Fouldes.

[Shaking hands with Lady Frederick.] I heard you were at the Casino.

Lady Frederick.

Charlie lost all his money, so I brought him away.

Lady Mereston.

I wish you wouldn't gamble, Charlie dear.

Mererston.

My dear mother, I've only lost ten thousand francs.

Lady Frederick.

[To Paradine Fouldes.] I see you're in your usual robust health.

Fouldes.

You needn't throw it in my face. I shall probably be very unwell to-morrow.

Lady Frederick.

D'you know Admiral Carlisle? This is my brother Gerald.

Fouldes.

[Shaking hands.] How d'you do?

Lady Frederick.

[Introducing.] Captain Montgomerie.

Captain Montgomerie.

I think we've met before.

Fouldes.

I'm very pleased to hear it. How d'you do. [To Mererston.] Are you having a good time in Monte Carlo, Charles?

Mererston.

A 1, thanks.

Fouldes.

And what do you do with yourself?

Mererston.

Oh, hang about generally, you know—and there's always the tables.

Fouldes.

That's right, my boy; I'm glad to see that you prepare yourself properly for your duties as a hereditary legislator.

Mererston.

[Laughing.] Oh, shut it, Uncle Paradine.