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FIRST ACT-3
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
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