MABEL CHILTERN. I dislike her already.

LORD GORING. That shows your admirable good taste.

VICOMTE DE NANJAC. [Approaching.] Ah, the English young lady is the
dragon of good taste, is she not? Quite the dragon of good taste.

LORD GORING. So the newspapers are always telling us.

VICOMTE DE NANJAC. I read all your English newspapers. I find them
so amusing.

LORD GORING. Then, my dear Nanjac, you must certainly read between
the lines.

VICOMTE DE NANJAC. I should like to, but my professor objects. [To
MABEL CHILTERN.] May I have the pleasure of escorting you to the
music-room, Mademoiselle?

MABEL CHILTERN. [Looking very disappointed.] Delighted, Vicomte,
quite delighted! [Turning to LORD GORING.] Aren't you coming to the
music-room?

LORD GORING. Not if there is any music going on, Miss Mabel.

MABEL CHILTERN. [Severely.] The music is in German. You would not
understand it.

[Goes out with the VICOMTE DE NANJAC. LORD CAVERSHAM comes up to his