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LADY FREDERICK.
My dear friend, one must dress. I can't go about in fig-leaves.
FOULDES.
One can dress simply.
LADY FREDERICK.
I do. That's why it costs so much.
FOULDES.
You know, you're devilish extravagant.
LADY FREDERICK.
I'm not. I'm content with the barest necessities of existence.
FOULDES.
You've got a maid.
LADY FREDERICK.
Of course I've got a maid. I was never taught to dress myself.
FOULDES.
And you've got a footman.
LADY FREDERICK.
I've always had a footman. And my mother always had a footman. I couldn't live a day without him.
FOULDES.
What does he do for you?
LADY FREDERICK.
He inspires confidence in tradesmen.
FOULDES.
And you have the most expensive suite of rooms in the hotel.
LADY FREDERICK.
I'm in such a dreadful mess. If I hadn't got nice rooms I should brood over it.
FOULDES.
Then, as if that weren't enough, you fling your money away at the tables.
LADY FREDERICK.
When you're as poor as I am, a few louis more or less can make absolutely no difference.
FOULDES.
[_With a laugh._] You're quite incorrigible.
LADY FREDERICK.
It's really not my fault. I do try to be economical, but money slips through my fingers like water. I can't help it.
FOULDES.
You want a sensible sort of a man to look after you.
LADY FREDERICK.
I want a very rich sort of a man to look after me.
FOULDES.
If you were my wife, I should advertise in the papers that I wasn't responsible for your debts.
LADY FREDERICK.
If you were my husband, I'd advertise immediately underneath that I wasn't responsible for your manners.
FOULDES.
I wonder why you're so reckless.
LADY FREDERICK.
When my husband was alive I was so utterly wretched. And afterwards, when I looked forward to a little happiness, my boy died. Then I didn't care any more. I did everything I could to stupefy myself. I squandered money as other women take morphia--that's all.
FOULDES.
It's the same dear scatter-brained, good-hearted Betsy that I used to know.
LADY FREDERICK.
You're the only person who calls me Betsy now. To all the others I'm only Elizabeth.
