ELIZABETH. Perhaps you dropped it in the car. LADY KITTY. For heaven's sake send some one to look for it. ARNOLD. I'll ring. LADY KITTY. I'm absolutely lost without my lip-stick. Lend me yours, darling, will you? ELIZABETH. I'm awfully sorry. I'm afraid I haven't got one. LADY KITTY. Do you mean to say you don't use a lip-stick? ELIZABETH. Never. PORTEOUS. Look at her lips. What the devil d'you think she wants muck like that for? LADY KITTY. Oh, my dear, what a mistake you make! You _must_ use a lip-stick. It's so good for the lips. Men like it, you know. I couldn't _live_ without a lip-stick. [_CHAMPION-CHENEY appears at the window holding in his upstretched hand a little gold case._ C.-C. [_As he comes in._] Has anyone here lost a diminutive utensil containing, unless I am mistaken, a favourite preparation for the toilet? [_ARNOLD and ELIZABETH are thunderstruck at his appearance and even TEDDIE and ANNA are taken aback. But LADY KITTY is overjoyed._ LADY KITTY. My lip-stick! C.-C. I found it in the drive and I ventured to bring it in. LADY KITTY. It's Saint Antony. I said a little prayer to him when I was hunting in my bag. PORTEOUS. Saint Antony be blowed! It's Clive, by God! LADY KITTY. [_Startled, her attention suddenly turning from the lip-stick._] Clive! C.-C. You didn't recognise me. It's many years since we met. LADY KITTY. My poor Clive, your hair has gone quite white! C.-C. [_Holding out his hand._] I hope you had a pleasant journey down from London. LADY KITTY. [_Offering him her cheek._] You may kiss me, Clive. C.-C. [_Kissing her._] You don't mind, Hughie? PORTEOUS. [_With a grunt._] Ugh! C.-C. [_Going up to him cordially._] And how are you, my dear Hughie? PORTEOUS. Damned rheumatic if you want to know. Filthy climate you have in this country. C.-C. Aren't you going to shake hands with me, Hughie? PORTEOUS. I have no objection to shaking hands with you. C.-C. You've aged, my poor Hughie. PORTEOUS. Some one was asking me how old you were the other day. C.-C. Were they surprised when you told them? PORTEOUS. Surprised! They wondered you weren't dead. [_The BUTLER comes in._ BUTLER. Did you ring, sir? ARNOLD. No. Oh, yes, I did. It doesn't matter now. C.-C. [_As the BUTLER is going._] One moment. My dear Elizabeth, I've come to throw myself on your mercy. My servants are busy with their own affairs. There's not a thing for me to eat in my cottage. ELIZABETH. Oh, but we shall be delighted if you'll lunch with us. C.-C. It either means that or my immediate death from starvation. You don't mind, Arnold? ARNOLD. My dear father! ELIZABETH. [_To the BUTLER._] Mr. Cheney will lunch here. BUTLER. Very good, ma'am. C.-C. [_To LADY KITTY._] And what do you think of Arnold? LADY KITTY. I adore him. C.-C. He's grown, hasn't he? But then you'd expect him to do that in thirty years. ARNOLD. For God's sake let's go in to lunch, Elizabeth! END OF THE FIRST ACT THE SECOND ACT