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s never once told me that I was morbid. Men are so painfully unobservant! LADY BASILDON. [_Turning to her_.] I have always said, dear Margaret, that you were the most morbid person in London. MRS. MARCHMONT. Ah! but you are always sympathetic, Olivia! MABEL CHILTERN. Is it morbid to have a desire for food? I have a great desire for food. Lord Goring, will you give me some supper? LORD GORING. With pleasure, Miss Mabel. [_Moves away with her_.] MABEL CHILTERN. How horrid you have been! You have never talked to me the whole evening! LORD GORING. How could I? You went away with the child-diplomatist. MABEL CHILTERN. You might have followed us. Pursuit would have been only polite. I don't think I like you at all this evening! LORD GORING. I like you immensely. MABEL CHILTERN. Well, I wish you'd show it in a more marked way! [_They go downstairs_.] MRS. MARCHMONT. Olivia, I have a curious feeling of absolute faintness. I think I should like some supper very much. I know I should like some supper. LADY BASILDON. I am positively dying for supper, Margaret! MRS. MARCHMONT. Men are so horribly selfish, they never think of these things. LADY BASILDON. Men are grossly material, grossly material! [_The_ VICOMTE DE NANJAC _enters from the music-room with some other guests_. _After having carefully examined all the people present_, _he approaches_ LADY BASILDON.] VICOMTE DE NANJAC. May I have the honour of taking you down to supper, Comtesse? LADY BASILDON. [_Coldly_.] I never take supper, thank you, Vicomte. [_The_ VICOMTE _is about to retire_. LADY BASILDON, _seeing this_, _rises at once and takes his arm_.] But I will come down with you with pleasure. VICOMTE DE NANJAC. I am so fond of eating! I am very English in all my tastes. LADY BASILDON. You look quite English, Vicomte, quite English. [_They pass out_. MR. MONTFORD, _a perfectly groomed young dandy_, _approaches_ MRS. MARCHMONT.] MR. MONTFORD. Like some supper, Mrs. Marchmont? MRS. MARCHMONT. [_Languidly_.] Thank you, Mr. Montford, I never touch supper. [_Rises hastily and takes his arm_.] But I will sit beside you, and watch you. MR. MONTFORD. I don't know that I like being watched when I am eating! MRS. MARCHMONT. Then I will watch some one else. MR. MONTFORD. I don't know that I should like that either. MRS. MARCHMONT. [_Severely_.] Pray, Mr. Montford, do not make these p
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