lady basildon. I am positively dying for supper, Margaret!
mrs. marchmont. Men are so horribly selfish, they never think of these things.
lady basildon. Men are grossly material, grossly material!
[ The vicomte de nanjac enters from the music-room with some other guests. After having carefully examined all the people present, he approaches lady basildon.]
vicomte de nanjac. May I have the honour of taking you down to supper, Comtesse?
lady basildon. [ Coldly.] I never take supper, thank you, Vicomte. [ The vicomte is about to retire. lady basildon, seeing this, rises at once and takes his arm.] But I will come down with you with pleasure.
vicomte de nanjac. I am so fond of eating! I am very English in all my tastes.
lady basildon. You look quite English, Vicomte, quite En
