NEWTE. All the better. The more the other party thinks he’s having his way, the easier always to get your own. Your trouble is, you know, that you never had any tact. FANNY. I hate tact. [_Newte laughs_.] We could have had such a jolly little lunch together. I’m all alone till the evening. There were ever so many things I wanted to talk to you about. NEWTE. What? FANNY. Ah, how can one talk to a man with his watch in his hand? [_He puts it away and stands waiting_, _but she is cross_.] I think you’re very disagreeable. NEWTE. I must really get back to town. I oughtn’t to be away now, only your telegram— FANNY. I know. I’m an ungrateful little beast! [_She crosses and rings bell_.] You’ll have a glass of champagne before you go? NEWTE. Well, I won’t say no to that. FANNY. How are all the girls? NEWTE. Oh, chirpy. I’m bringing them over to London. We open at the Palace next week. FANNY. What did they think of my marriage? Gerty was a bit jealous, wasn’t she? NEWTE. Well, would have been, if she’d known who he was. [_Laughs_.] FANNY. Tell her. Tell her [_she draws herself up_] I’m Lady Bantock, of Bantock Hall, Rutlandshire. It will make her so mad. [_Laughs_.] NEWTE [_laughs_]. I will. FANNY. Give them all my love. [_Ernest appears in answer to her bell_.] Oh, Ernest, tell Bennet—[_the eyes and mouth of Ernest open_]—to see that Mr. Newte has some refreshment before he leaves. A glass of champagne and—and some caviare. Don’t forget. [_Ernest goes out_.] Good-bye. You’ll come again? NEWTE. Whenever you want me—and remember—the watchword is “Tact”! FANNY. Yes, I’ve got the _word_ all right. [_Laughs_.] Don’t forget to give my love to the girls. NEWTE. I won’t. So long! [_He goes out_.] _Fanny closes the door_. _Honoria has re-entered from the dressing-room_. _She looks from the handkerchief still hanging over the keyhole to Fanny_. HONORIA. Your ladyship’s handkerchief? FANNY. Yes. Such a draught through that keyhole. HONORIA [_takes the handkerchief_, _hands it to Fanny_]. I will tell the housekeeper. FANNY. Thanks. Maybe you will also mention it to the butler. Possibly also to the—[_She suddenly changes_.] Honoria. Suppose it had been you—you know, you’re awfully pretty—who had married Lord Bantock, and he had brought you back here, among them all—uncle, aunt, all the lot of them—what would you have done? HONORIA [_she draws herself up_]. I should have made it quite plain from the first, that I was mistress, and that they were my servants. FANNY. You would, you think—