"No. A man that never will die?"
"How can I answer such a question as that? Perhaps Ronayne, there, may be such a one."
"How stupid you are! I mean, did you ever meet a man who couldn't die?"
"Never,—if he went the right way about it."
"Then, according to your showing, you have never seen a good man." She leans back again in her chair, fatigued but satisfied.
"I'm afraid they are few and far between," says Hermia.
"Now and again they have appeared," says Mr. Kelly, with a modest glance. "Perhaps I shall never die."
"Don't make us more unhappy than we need be," says Mrs. Herrick, plaintively.
"How sad that good men should be so scarce!" says Miss Fitzgerald, with a glance she means to be funny, but which is only dull.
"Don't make trite remarks, Bella," says Mrs. Bohun, languidly. "You know if you did meet one he would bore you to death. The orthodox good man, the oppressive being we read about, but never see, is unknown to me or you, for which I, at least, am devoutly grateful."