VALENTINE. Say no more! I haven't said anything. May I ask whom I
have the pleasure of entertaining? It's really quite impossible for me
to lunch at the Marine Hotel with two perfect strangers.

THE YOUNG LADY (flippantly). Ooooh! what bosh! One patient in six
weeks! What difference does it make to you?

PHILIP (maturely). No, Dolly: my knowledge of human nature confirms
Mr. Valentine's judgment. He is right. Let me introduce Miss Dorothy
Clandon, commonly called Dolly. (Valentine bows to Dolly. She nods to
him.) I'm Philip Clandon. We're from Madeira, but perfectly
respectable, so far.

VALENTINE. Clandon! Are you related to ---

DOLLY (unexpectedly crying out in despair). Yes, we are.

VALENTINE (astonished). I beg your pardon?

DOLLY. Oh, we are, we are. It's all over, Phil: they know all about
us in England. (To Valentine.) Oh, you can't think how maddening it is
to be related to a celebrated person, and never be valued anywhere for
our own sakes.

VALENTINE. But excuse me: the gentleman I was thinking of is not
celebrated.

DOLLY (staring at him). Gentleman! (Phil is also puzzled.)