_Fanny closes the door_. _Honoria has re-entered from the
dressing-room_. _She looks from the handkerchief still hanging over the
keyhole to Fanny_.
HONORIA. Your ladyship’s handkerchief?
FANNY. Yes. Such a draught through that keyhole.
HONORIA [_takes the handkerchief_, _hands it to Fanny_]. I will tell the
housekeeper.
FANNY. Thanks. Maybe you will also mention it to the butler. Possibly
also to the—[_She suddenly changes_.] Honoria. Suppose it had been
you—you know, you’re awfully pretty—who had married Lord Bantock, and he
had brought you back here, among them all—uncle, aunt, all the lot of
them—what would you have done?
HONORIA [_she draws herself up_]. I should have made it quite plain from
the first, that I was mistress, and that they were my servants.