LADY CHILTERN. [_Advances towards_ MRS. CHEVELEY _with a sweet smile_. _Then suddenly stops_, _and bows rather distantly_.] I think Mrs. Cheveley and I have met before. I did not know she had married a second time. LADY MARKBY. [_Genially_.] Ah, nowadays people marry as often as they can, don’t they? It is most fashionable. [_To_ DUCHESS OF MARYBOROUGH.] Dear Duchess, and how is the Duke? Brain still weak, I suppose? Well, that is only to be expected, is it not? His good father was just the same. There is nothing like race, is there? MRS. CHEVELEY. [_Playing with her fan_.] But have we really met before, Lady Chiltern? I can’t remember where. I have been out of England for so long. LADY CHILTERN. We were at school together, Mrs. Cheveley. MRS. CHEVELEY [_Superciliously_.] Indeed? I have forgotten all about my schooldays. I have a vague impression that they were detestable. LADY CHILTERN. [_Coldly_.] I am not surprised! MRS. CHEVELEY. [_In her sweetest manner_.] Do you know, I am quite looking forward to meeting your clever husband, Lady Chiltern. Since he has been at the Foreign Office, he has been so much talked of in Vienna. They actually succeed in spelling his name right in the newspapers. That in itself is fame, on the continent. LADY CHILTERN. I hardly think there will be much in common between you and my husband, Mrs. Cheveley! [_Moves away_.] VICOMTE DE NANJAC. Ah! chère Madame, quelle surprise! I have not seen you since Berlin! MRS. CHEVELEY. Not since Berlin, Vicomte. Five years ago! VICOMTE DE NANJAC. And you are younger and more beautiful than ever. How do you manage it? MRS. CHEVELEY. By making it a rule only to talk to perfectly charming people like yourself. VICOMTE DE NANJAC. Ah! you flatter me. You butter me, as they say here. MRS. CHEVELEY. Do they say that here? How dreadful of them! VICOMTE DE NANJAC. Yes, they have a wonderful language. It should be more widely known.