THE LADY. Quite so. Well, she is an intimate friend of your
brother at the War Office, Hungerford Highcastle, Blueloo as you
call him, I don't know why.

AUGUSTUS [explaining]. He was originally called The Singing
Oyster, because he sang drawing-room ballads with such an
extraordinary absence of expression. He was then called the Blue
Point for a season or two. Finally he became Blueloo.

THE LADY. Oh, indeed: I didn't know. Well, Blueloo is simply
infatuated with my sister-in-law; and he has rashly let out to
her that this list is in your possession. He forgot himself
because he was in a towering rage at its being entrusted to you:
his language was terrible. He ordered all the guns to be shifted
at once.

AUGUSTUS. What on earth did he do that for?

THE LADY. I can't imagine. But this I know. She made a bet with
him that she would come down here and obtain possession of that
list and get clean away into the street with it. He took the bet
on condition that she brought it straight back to him at the War
Office.

AUGUSTUS. Good heavens! And you mean to tell me that Blueloo was
such a dolt as to believe that she could succeed? Does he take me
for a fool?

THE LADY. Oh, impossible! He is jealous of your intellect. The