And isn't it?
MISS DYOTT.
No—Vere Albany Bute Queckett; it isn't. The moment I dragged you down that ladder last night, and left behind me the smouldering ruins of Volumnia College, I became an altered woman.
QUECKETT.
Then I will lay the whole affair before my family.
MISS DYOTT.
Do, and tell them to what your selfishness has brought you—that where there was love there is disdain, where there was claret there will be beer, where there were cigars there will be pipes, and where there was Poole there will be Kino!
QUECKETT.
Oh, why didn't I wait and marry a lady?