A WOMAN OF
ACT III.
LADY HUNSTANTON
How charming you are, dear Lord Illingworth. You always find out that one's most glaring fault is one's most important virtue. You have the most comforting views of life.
[Enter FARQUHAR.]
FARQUHAR
Doctor Daubeny's carriage!
LADY HUNSTANTON
My dear Archdeacon! It is only half-past ten.
THE ARCHDEACON
[Rising.] I am afraid I must go, Lady Hunstanton. Tuesday is always one of Mrs. Daubeny's bad nights.
LADY HUNSTANTON
[Rising.] Well, I won't keep you from her. [Goes with him towards door.] I have told Farquhar to put a brace of partridge into the carriage. Mrs. Daubeny may fancy them.
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