LORD J. (_turning away with affected displeasure_). Oh, very well---- JEAN (_catches him affectionately by the arm_). _You'd_ find it dreffly dull to hear me talk about Geoffrey the whole blessed day! LADY JOHN. Well, till luncheon, my dear, you mustn't mind if I---- (_To_ LORD JOHN, _as she goes to writing-table._) Miss Levering wasn't only tired last night, she was ill. LORD J. I thought she looked very white. JEAN. Who is Miss---- You don't mean to say there are other people? LADY JOHN. One or two. Your uncle's responsible for asking that old cynic, St. John Greatorex, and I---- JEAN (_gravely_). Mr. Greatorex--he's a Radical, isn't he? LORD J. (_laughing_). _Jean!_ Beginning to "think in parties"! LADY JOHN. It's very natural now that she should---- JEAN. I only meant it was odd he should be here. Naturally at my grandfather's---- LORD J. It's all right, my child. Of course we expect now that you'll begin to think like Geoffrey Stonor, and to feel like Geoffrey Stonor, and to talk like Geoffrey Stonor. And quite proper too. JEAN (_smiling_). Well, if I do think with my husband and feel with him--as, of course, I shall--it will surprise me if I ever find myself talking a tenth as well---- (_Following her uncle to the French window._) You should have heard him at Dutfield----(_Stopping short, delighted._) Oh! The Freddy Tunbridges. What? Not Aunt Lydia! Oh-h! (_Looking back reproachfully at_ LADY JOHN, _who makes a discreet motion "I couldn't help it."_) (_Enter the_ TUNBRIDGES. MR. FREDDY, _of no profession and of independent means. Well-groomed, pleasant-looking; of few words. A "nice man" who likes "nice women" and has married one of them._ MRS. FREDDY _is thirty. An attractive figure, delicate face, intelligent grey eyes, over-sensitive mouth, and naturally curling dust-coloured hair._) MRS. FREDDY. What a delightful surprise! JEAN (_shaking hands warmly_). I'm so glad. How d'ye do, Mr. Freddy? (_Enter_ LADY JOHN'S _sister_, MRS. HERIOT--_smart, pompous, fifty--followed by_ FARNBOROUGH.) MRS. HERIOT. My dear Jean! My darling child! JEAN. How do you do, aunt? MRS. H. (_sotto voce_). _I_ wasn't surprised. I always prophesied---- JEAN. Sh! _Please!_ FARN. We haven't met since you were in short skirts. I'm Dick Farnborough. JEAN. Oh, I remember. (_They shake hands._) MRS. F. (_looking round_). Not down yet--the Elusive One? JEAN. Who is the Elusive One? MRS. F. Lady John's new friend. LORD J. (_to_ JEAN). Oh, I forgot you hadn't seen Miss Levering; such a nice creature! (_To_ MRS. FREDDY.)--don't you think? MRS. F. Of course I do. You're lucky to get her to come so often. She won't go to other people. LADY JOHN. She knows she can rest here. FREDDY (_who has joined_ LADY JOHN _near the writing-table_). What does she do to tire her? LADY JOHN. She's been helping my sister and me with a scheme of ours.