GERALD. It's rather stimulating, you know.
ANABEL. It oughtn't to be, then.
OLIVER. He's you Judas, and you love him.
GERALD. Nothing so deep. He's just a sort of AEolian harp that sings to the temper of the wind. I find him amusing.
ANABEL. I think it's boring.
OLIVER. And I think it's nasty.
GERALD. I believe you're both jealous of him. What do you think of the working man, Oliver?
OLIVER. It seems to me he's in nearly as bad a way as the British employer: he's nearly as much beside the point.
GERALD. What point?
OLIVER. Oh, just life.