LADY KITTY. My boy, my boy! I should have known you anywhere! ELIZABETH. [_Hastily._] That's Arnold. LADY KITTY. [_Without a moment's hesitation._] The image of his father! I should have known him anywhere! [_She throws her arms round his neck._] My boy, my boy! PORTEOUS. [_With a grunt._] Ugh! LADY KITTY. Tell me, would you have known me again? Have I changed? ARNOLD. I was only five, you know, when--when you . . . LADY KITTY. [_Emotionally._] I remember as if it was yesterday. I went up into your room. [_With a sudden change of manner._] By the way, I always thought that nurse drank. Did you ever find out if she really did? PORTEOUS. How the devil can you expect him to know that, Kitty? LADY KITTY. You've never had a child, Hughie; how can you tell what they know and what they don't? ELIZABETH. [_Coming to the rescue._] This is Arnold, Lord Porteous. PORTEOUS. [_Shaking hands with him._] How d'you do? I knew your father. ARNOLD. Yes. PORTEOUS. Alive still? ARNOLD. Yes. PORTEOUS. He must be getting on. Is he well? ARNOLD. Very. PORTEOUS. Ugh! Takes care of himself, I suppose. I'm not at all well. This damned climate doesn't agree with me. ELIZABETH. [_To LADY KITTY._] This is Mrs. Shenstone. And this is Mr. Luton. I hope you don't mind a very small party. LADY KITTY. [_Shaking hands with ANNA and TEDDIE._] Oh, no, I shall enjoy it. I used to give enormous parties here. Political, you know. How nice you've made this room! ELIZABETH. Oh, that's Arnold. ARNOLD. [_Nervously._] D'you like this chair? I've just bought it. It's exactly my period. PORTEOUS. [_Bluntly._] It's a fake. ARNOLD. [_Indignantly._] I don't think it is for a minute. PORTEOUS. The legs are not right. ARNOLD. I don't know how you can say that. If there is anything right about it, it's the legs. LADY KITTY. I'm sure they're right. PORTEOUS. You know nothing whatever about it, Kitty. LADY KITTY. That's what you think. _I_ think it's a beautiful chair. Hepplewhite? ARNOLD. No, Sheraton. LADY KITTY. Oh, I know. "The School for Scandal." PORTEOUS. Sheraton, my dear. Sheraton. LADY KITTY. Yes, that's what I say. I acted the screen scene at some amateur theatricals in Florence, and Ermeto Novelli, the great Italian tragedian, told me he'd never seen a Lady Teazle like me. PORTEOUS. Ugh! LADY KITTY. [_To ELIZABETH._] Do you act? ELIZABETH. Oh, I couldn't. I should be too nervous.