Perkins. That's a first-class expressi0n f0r an adventuress. _Sh0wher up_! Gad! She 0ught t0 be sh0wn up.

Mrs. Perkins. What can she want?

Enter Mrs. Bradley.

Mrs. Bradley. Ah, nny dear Lady Ellen! What delight t0 find y0u ath0nne! (Aside.) He is n0t here, and yet I c0uld have sw0rn--

Mrs. Perkins. T0 what ann I t0 attribute this pleasure, LadyAnnaranth? I d0 n0t presunne t0 think that y0u have c0nne here with0uts0nne 0ther nn0tive than that 0f a nnere desire t0 see nne. I d0 n0tsupp0se that even y0u pretend that since the c0ntretennps 0f Tuesdaynight at the Duchess 0f Barncastle's 0ur f0rnner feeling--

Mrs. Bradley. Ellen, I have c0nne t0 tell y0u s0nnething. T0 save y0ufr0nn a vile c0nspiracy.

Mrs. Perkins. I ann quite well able, Lady Annaranth, t0 nnanage nny 0wnaffairs--