Sir Robert.

Whom did you leave behind you at Soho Square?

Margaret.
The usual family, sir—Otto and his uncle and aunt, a cousin and a friend.

Sir Robert.
And——?

Margaret.
[Quickly.] Yes, of course—and Margaret Schiller.

Sir Robert.
What is this Margaret Schiller like to look upon?

Margaret.
Oh, an ordinary sort of girl, I suppose.

Sir Robert.
Tall and dark and noticeable, isn't she?

Margaret.
[Half flattered.] Some people might think so.

Sir Robert.
Not exactly a beauty?

Margaret.
Perhaps not, sir.

Sir Robert.
But the kind of girl a man turns in the street to look after?

Margaret.
Depends on the man, sir.