LADY KITTY. [_Beginning to cry._] Oh, you brute! You brute! [_She flings out of the room._] PORTEOUS. Oh, damn! now she's going to cry. [_He shambles out into the garden. CHAMPION-CHENEY, ELIZABETH and TEDDIE are left alone. There is a moment's pause. CHAMPION-CHENEY looks from TEDDIE to ELIZABETH, with an ironical smile._ C.-C. Upon my soul, they might be married. They frip so much. ELIZABETH. [_Frigidly._] It's been nice of you to come here so often since they arrived. It's helped to make things easy. C.-C. Irony? It's a rhetorical form not much favoured in this blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. ELIZABETH. What exactly are you getting at? C.-C. How slangy the young women of the present day are! I suppose the fact that Arnold is a purist leads you to the contrary extravagance. ELIZABETH. Anyhow you know what I mean. C.-C. [_With a smile._] I have a dim, groping suspicion. ELIZABETH. You promised to keep away. Why did you come back the moment they arrived? C.-C. Curiosity, my dear child. A surely pardonable curiosity. ELIZABETH. And since then you've been here all the time. You don't generally favour us with so much of your company when you're down at your cottage. C.-C. I've been excessively amused. ELIZABETH. It has struck me that whenever they started fripping you took a malicious pleasure in goading them on. C.-C. I don't think there's much love lost between them now, do you? [_TEDDIE is making as though to leave the room._ ELIZABETH. Don't go, Teddie. C.-C. No, please don't. I'm only staying a minute. We were talking about Lady Kitty just before she arrived. [_To ELIZABETH._] Do you remember? The pale, frail lady in black satin and old lace. ELIZABETH. [_With a chuckle._] You are a devil, you know. C.-C. Ah, well, he's always had the reputation of being a humorist and a gentleman. ELIZABETH. Did _you_ expect her to be like that, poor dear? C.-C. My dear child, I hadn't the vaguest idea. You were asking me the other day what she was like when she ran away. I didn't tell you half. She was so gay and so natural. Who would have thought that animation would turn into such frivolity, and that charming impulsiveness lead to such a ridiculous affectation? ELIZABETH. It rather sets my nerves on edge to hear the way you talk of her. C.-C. It's the truth that sets your nerves on edge, not I. ELIZABETH. You loved her once. Have you no feeling for her at all? C.-C. None. Why should I? ELIZABETH. She's the mother of your son. C.-C. My dear child, you have a charming nature, as simple, frank, and artless as hers was. Don't let pure humbug obscure your common sense. ELIZABETH. We have no right to judge. She's only been here two days. We know nothing about her. C.-C. My dear, her soul is as thickly rouged as her face. She hasn't an emotion that's sincere. She's tinsel. You think I'm a cruel, cynical old man. Why, when I think of what she was, if I didn't laugh at what she has become I should cry.