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society? The mockery of it! Now that I've lost _her_, the one woman I shall ever love, I don't care a rap for my footing in society; [_walking away_] and anybody may have my baronetcy for tuppence! SIR RANDLE. [_Reprovingly._] My good friend----! SIR TIMOTHY. [_Turning to_ SIR RANDLE _and_ LADY FILSON.] And why not! The only advantage of my baronetcy, it strikes me, is that I'm charged double prices at every hotel I lay my head in, and am expected to shower gold on the waiters. [_Sitting on the settee on the right and leaning his head on his hand._] Oh, the mockery of it; the mockery of it! SIR RANDLE. [_Going to him._] If my profound sympathy--and Lady Filson's--[_to_ LADY FILSON] I may speak for you, Winnie----? LADY FILSON. Certainly. SIR RANDLE. [_To_ SIR TIMOTHY.] If our profound sympathy is the smallest consolation to you---- SIR TIMOTHY. [_Emphatically, raising his head._] It is _not_. [_With a despairing gesture._] I'm broken-hearted, Sir Randle. That's what I am; I'm broken-hearted. LADY FILSON. [_Sitting in the low-backed arm-chair on the left._] Oh, dear! SIR TIMOTHY. [_Sighing._] If I'd had the pluck to declare myself sooner, it might have been different. [_Staring before him._] From the moment I first set eyes on her, at the dinner-party you gave to welcome her on her arrival in London--from that moment I was captured completely, body and soul. The sight of her as she stood in the drawing-room beside her mother, with her pretty, white face and her elegant figure, and a gown clinging to her that looked as though she'd been born in it--'twill never fade from me if I live to be as old as a dozen Methuselahs! SIR RANDLE. [_Pryingly._] Er--has Ottoline--I have no desire to probe an open wound--has she assigned any--reason----? SIR TIMOTHY. [_Rousing himself._] For rejecting me? SIR RANDLE. [_With a wave of the hand._] For---- LADY FILSON. For not seeing her way clear---- SIR RANDLE. To--er--in short--accept you? SIR TIMOTHY. She _has_.
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