_Lady Culv._ No, no, the men are playing billiards, and the women are in the Morning Room--_they_'re all right. I only wanted to ask you about to-night. You know the LULLINGTONS and the dear Bishop and Mrs. RODNEY, and one or two other people, are coming to dinner? Well, who ought to take in ROHESIA? _Sir Rup._ (_in dismay_). ROHESIA! No idea she was coming down this week! _Lady Culv._ Yes, by the 4.45. With dear MAISIE. Surely you knew that? _Sir Rup._ In a sort of way; didn't realise it was so near, that's all. _Lady Culv._ It's some time since we had her last. And she wanted to come. I didn't think you would like me to write and put her off. _Sir Rup._ Put her off? Of course I shouldn't, ALBINIA. If my only sister isn't welcome at Wyvern at any time--I say, at _any_ time--where the deuce _is_ she welcome? _Lady Culv._ I don't know, dear RUPERT. But--but about the table? _Sir Rup._ So long as you don't put her near me--that's all _I_ care about. _Lady Culv._ I mean--ought I to send her in with Lord LULLINGTON, or the Bishop? _Sir Rup._ Why not let 'em toss up? Loser gets her, of course. _Lady Culv._ _RUPERT!_ As if I could suggest such a thing to the Bishop! I suppose she'd better go in with Lord LULLINGTON--he's Lord Lieutenant--and then it won't matter if she _does_ advocate Disestablishment. Oh, but I forgot; she thinks the House of Lords ought to be abolished _too_! _Sir Rup._ Whoever takes ROHESIA in is likely to have a time of it. Talked poor CANTIRE into his tomb a good ten years before he was due there. Always lecturing, and domineering, and laying down the law, as long as _I_ can remember her. Can't stand ROHESIA--never could! _Lady Culv._ I don't think you ought to say so, really, RUPERT. And I'm sure _I_ get on very well with her--generally. _Sir Rup._ Because you knock under to her. _Lady Culv._ I'm sure I don't, RUPERT--at least, no more than everybody else. Dear ROHESIA is so strong-minded and advanced and all that, she takes such an interest in all the new movements and things, that she can't understand contradiction; she is so democratic in her ideas, don't you know. _Sir Rup._ Didn't prevent her marrying CANTIRE. And a democratic Countess--it's downright unnatural! _Lady Culv._ She believes it's her duty to set an example and meet the People half way. That reminds me--did I tell you Mr. CLARION BLAIR is coming down this evening, too?--only till Monday, RUPERT. _Sir Rup._ CLARION BLAIR! never heard of him. _Lady Culv._ I suppose I forgot. CLARION BLAIR isn't his _real_ name though; it's only a--an alias. _Sir Rup._ Don't see what any fellow wants with an alias. What _is_ his real name? _Lady Culv._ Well, I know it was _something_ ending in "ell," but I mislaid his letter. Still, CLARION BLAIR is the name he writes under; he's a poet, RUPERT, and quite celebrated, so I'm told.