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Well, yes, I suppose it crossed my mind.
LADY FREDERICK.
And am I?
MERESTON.
Of course.
LADY FREDERICK.
You're sure you're not disappointed?
MERESTON.
Quite sure.
LADY FREDERICK.
What a relief! You know, I've been tormenting myself dreadfully. I said to myself: "He'll go on thinking of me till he imagines I'm the most beautiful woman in the world, and then, when he comes here and sees the plain reality, it'll be an awful blow."
MERESTON.
What nonsense! How could you think anything of the kind?
LADY FREDERICK.
Are you aware that you haven't shown the least desire to kiss me yet?
MERESTON.
I thought--I thought you might not like it.
LADY FREDERICK.
It'll be too late in a minute.
MERESTON.
Why?
LADY FREDERICK.
Because I'm just going to make up, you silly boy.
MERESTON.
How? I don't understand.
LADY FREDERICK.
You said I must be very sure of my complexion. Of course I am. Here it is.
[_She runs her fingers over a row of little pots and vases._
MERESTON.
Oh, I see. I beg your pardon.
LADY FREDERICK.
You don't mean to say you thought it natural?
MERESTON.
It never occurred to me it might be anything else.
LADY FREDERICK.
It's really too disheartening. I spend an hour every day of my life making the best complexion in Monte Carlo, and you think it's natural.
Why, I might as well be a dairymaid of eighteen.
MERESTON.
I'm very sorry.
LADY FREDERICK.
I forgive you.... You may kiss my hand. [_He does so._] You dear boy.
[_Looking at herself in the gla.s.s._] Oh, Betsy, you're not looking your best to-day. [_Shaking her finger at the gla.s.s._] This won't do, Betsy, my dear. You're very nearly looking your age. [_Turning round quickly._]
D'you think I look forty?
MERESTON.
I never asked myself how old you were.
LADY FREDERICK.
Well, I'm not, you know. And I shan't be as long as there's a pot of rouge and a powder puff in the world. [_She rubs grease paint all over her face._]
MERESTON.
What _are_ you doing?
LADY FREDERICK.
I wish I were an actress. They have such an advantage. They only have to make up to look well behind the footlights; but I have to expose myself to that beastly sun.
