_Phil_. Capital!--but you've such luck. By the way, my sister-in-law is most anxious to know you. _Mr. T._ (_flattered_). Very kind of her. I shall be delighted. I was just thinking I felt quite a stranger here. _Phil_. Come along then, and I'll introduce you. If she asks you to her parties by any chance, mind you go--sure to meet a lot of interesting people. _Mr. T._ (_pulling up his collar_). Just what I enjoy--meeting interesting people--the only society worth cultivating, to my mind, Sir. Give me _intellect_--it's of more value than wealth! [_They go in search of Mrs. M.G._ _First Lady on Chair_. Look at the dear Vicar, getting that poor Lady PAWPERSE an ice. What a very spiritual expression he has, to be sure--really quite apostolic! _Second Lady_. We are not in his parish, but I have always heard him spoken of as a most excellent man. _First Lady_. Excellent! My dear, that man is a perfect _Saint_! I don't believe he knows what it is to have a single worldly thought! And such trials as he has to bear, too! With that _dreadful_ wife of his! _Second Lady_. That's the wife, isn't it?--the dowdy little woman, all alone, over there? Dear me, what _could_ he have married her for? _First Lady_. Oh, for her _money_, of course, my dear! _Mrs. Pattallons_ (_to Mrs. ST. MARTIN SOMERVILLE_). Why, it really _is_ you! I absolutely didn't know you at first. I was just thinking, "Now who _is_ that young and lovely person coming along the path?" You see--I came out without my glasses to-day, which accounts for it! _Mr. Chuck_ (_meeting a youthful Matron and Child_). Ah, Mrs. SHARPE, how de do! _I'm_ all right. Hullo, TOTO, how are _you_, eh, young lady? _Toto_ (_primly_). I'm very well indeed, thank you. (_With sudden interest_). How's the idiot? Have you seen him lately? _Mr. C._ (_mystified_). The idiot, eh? Why, fact is, I don't _know_ any idiot!--give you my word! _Toto_ (_impatiently_). Yes, you _do_--_you_ know. The one Mummy says you're next door to--you must see him _sometimes_! You _did_ say Mr. CHUCK was next door to an idiot, didn't you, Mummy? [_Tableau._ _Mrs. Prattleton_. Let me see--_did_ we have a fine Summer in '87? Yes, of course--I always remember the weather by the clothes we wore, and that June and July we wore scarcely anything--some filmy stuff that belonged to one's ancestress, don't you know. _Such_ fun! By the way, what has become of Lucy? _Mrs. St. Patticker_. Oh, I've quite lost sight of her lately--you see she's so perfectly happy now, that she's ceased to be in the least interesting! _Mrs. Hussiffe_ (_to Mr. DE MURE_). Perhaps _you_ can tell me of a good coal merchant? The people who supply me now are perfect _fiends_, and I really must go somewhere else. _Mr. De Mure_. Then I'm afraid you must be rather difficult to please. Mr. TABLETT _has been introduced to_ Mrs. MAYNARD GERY--_with the following result_.